Bringing a patient to the clinic at Um Tagouk... |
“Rick, I’d like you to consider
going to Liberia or Uganda”. Africa, I thought. Let me pray about that. I remember
the challenge from Ron Hays as if it was yesterday. To be honest, Africa had
never been a place that I’d given much thought to. Not that I had anything
against Africa, rather, several places had always been on my radar, and Africa
was not one of them. As far as praying about this trip, honestly, I don’t
recall putting much energy into it. Another week would pass in October of 2004
and Ron called again, this time he said, “I’d like you to consider the Sudan as
well”. I’m not sure what changed in my perspective, but for some reason the
Sudan, and West Darfur in particular, just seemed to resonate within me.
Karen and I began to support,
then, Northwest Medical Teams (today Medical Teams International) in 1985 after
the earthquake in Mexico City. Then in 2001, I had the privilege to meet Ron
and become a contributor toward the work of NWM Teams EMS program, teaching
First Responder and EMT courses around the world. During the five years between
2002 and 2007 I was privileged to be part of three such teams. Though each one brought
significant satisfaction and educated countless men and women in developing countries, still, that experience to West Darfur, has always had the
greatest impact into my life.
When I hung up the phone that
afternoon, I looked over to Karen and mentioned Ron’s other challenge. This
time, we both began to pray. Should I go, and if I go, I would love to have a
mentor, or connection with someone that would be significant. Why the second prayer,
I’m not sure. Yet these were my, they were our prayers. Within two days I called
Ron back and said that I would be honored to go to the Sudan and began preparations.
Who would be the answer to the second prayer? Or, would the second prayer even
be answered? Perhaps I would never know.
The day after Thanksgiving I
would begin the journey which required three days before actually arriving into
the capital city of El Geneina (Al Junaynah) in West Darfur. My teammate for
the trip was a pediatric nurse from the Seattle area. Carol and I would meet in
Chicago and then continue through both London and Ammon, Jordan prior to
arriving in Khartoum, the Capital of Sudan. A two-day stay was required in
order to obtain our credentials which gave permission to travel about the country.
Our compound, in the capital city
of more than 200,000 people, was a collaboration of teams providing efforts
toward better water, agriculture, well-child care and our medical component. I
was shown to my home for the next month and introduced to my roommates, Kenyon,
James Sakuka and Dr. Asabi Pierre Misambo from the Congo.
The four teams of the DRC (Darfur
Relief Collaboration) were assigned to work in three different communities,
though our medical team only worked in the two of Sanidadi and Um Tagouk out of
respect of the Red Crescent who was providing medical coverage for the
community of Aserni.
Upon our arrival and ready to work, our DRC teams were immediately placed on “stand down” due to some heightened security risk in the direction of our travel. Those two to three days were anything but useless. First, we were able to do some inventory and organization of our medical supplies. Second I was able to give some instruction to Dr. Asabi in regards to two Microsoft Office programs of ‘Word’ and ‘Excel’. What had become almost second nature to me, was all but foreign to Asabi. I was frequently brought to smiles watching the excitement that he was experiencing over these new tools. Later, when Asabi made his way to the States, he would often introduce me as, “This is my brother Rick. He taught me computer”! And I chuckle to myself, “Here I am teaching a surgeon. Seriously?!”
Last, but far from least was the
building of relationships. As is often the case, meeting people along the way and upon your arrival most often overshadow the actual object
of the mission/operation. Learning the struggle and journey, of which had been so
etched into Asabi’s recent years … It was like listening to the life of Corrie
ten Boom herself. In the mist of the story, his excitement of how God provided through circumstance after circumstance, brought little sadness, rather it brought
great glory to our God. In the process of telling his story, Asabi would often
pause … look at me … and say, “I tell you Rick!” He would continue to weave his
story from one adventure to another and again he would pause, look up to me and
say, “I tell you Rick!”
After dinner in 2011, Santa Ana |
As I’m completing this blog, one in
which I’ve thought of writing multiple times over the years, emotion and tears
well up in me. Today, August 22, 2019 … nearly fifteen years from our first
encounter, my dear brother in Christ … Dr. Asabi Pierre Misambo … has become a
naturalized citizen of the United States of America.
Our first meeting with Lydia & family, July 2018 |
And another fifteen years from
now, "I tell you Asabi" if the Lord wills, and we are found living upon this earth … that same
hope ... that very same hope shall be ours through Christ Jesus our Lord. Amen! ... Amen!
The second song, Agnus Dei by MWS needs to be added to this blog. Asabi, James and I sung it one morning just prior to 5am prayers begun. During breakfast that morning one of the staff commented how much they enjoyed hearing worship to our Creator/Redeemer ... the Lamb of God. Yes, 'Worthy Is The Lamb'!
3 comments:
Love reading your story, Uncle Rick! You are a truly blessed and are blessing to all who meet you.
So cool Rick!!! Thanks for your card, hope you enjoyed your motorcycle trip!
Best, Louisa Nickerson
So cool Rick!! Thanks for your card. Hope you enjoyed your motorcycle trip!
Best, Louisa Nickerson
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