Bitungol, Norzagaray. Day Three. 14.8767, 121.0501
B itungol. The third location on my Norzagaray list. When first I surveyed this place, I confess I held but little hope for it; among all the places on my list, it seemed the least likely to respond. How wrong I was. I have proclaimed the Word in many a town, but the reception I found here is such as I have not seen in a very long while. Before me was a row of public tricycles, their drivers loitering about idly waiting for passengers. Yet, as I began to speak, they rose up perhaps, by a curious desire to see what manner of fool had come among them. As the Word went forth, a peculiar silence fell. At one point, I observed several of these men grow quite still, their minds staring blank far into space. So deep was this sudden wandering of thought that they were entirely unaware of the passengers already seated inside, waiting to depart. The earthly business of the road had, for a brief moment, lost its hold upon them. The folk stepped out from their dwellings to see what the com...