“Ma’am,” a voice called from somewhere overhead, “time to move. We’re starting mass.”
I rolled over to see an officer’s face floating above me. Mass at the airport? Religion must be more central to Filipino culture than I’d expected.
Emerging from my sleeping bag, I deflated the $4 neon pool mat on which I’d spent the night behind a statue of Jesus. I’d wondered at the statue’s presence in the airport, but hey—it made for a safe-looking place to sleep.
Several hours and one flight later, I arrived in another Filipino city. There, I’d be spending a week with local students and campus ministry leaders as part of my mission to travel 360° around the world in 180 days documenting Christian students’ experiences secular universities. How would universities here compare to those I’d visited already—and what would that mean for the future of faith in the Philippines?