“A Cobra and a Panga”. By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The Congolese brown cobra slowly slithered up the tree near the Nyankunde medical station. Drawing on the wisdom of a thousand generations it chose a branch over a path, in this case, frequented by villagers headed to the hospital. It carefully selected a spot where it was fully camouflaged among the leaves and because it was not in a hurry it was quite prepared to patiently lie in ambush until a likely meal passed by.  The young Congolese woman, carrying a lunch in a pot on her head in the traditional style, was on her way to visit her mother in the hospital. She was on the same path.  Some…
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“The Night of the Leopard”. by Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob’s first patients that morning at the Nyankunde hospital was a family of four, all of whom had serious wounds from a leopard attack.  The family, father, mother, a boy of eight years and a girl of ten, lived in a traditional grass-covered mud hut near the hospital. While the nurses and Doctor Bob were looking after the injuries, the family were able to tell their story.  The typical hut was about four meters by four meters with one door and two windows that could be shuttered. The previous night had been exceptionally hot. As a result, they had left the windows open to allow air to circulate and…
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“The Echo of Thunder” by Henry Regehr

To a six-year -old, sitting at the supper table on a sultry summer evening, the brilliant flash of lightning, followed by a stunningly loud clapping of thunder, was a frightening experience.   Prairie thunderstorms had a particular quality about them. They exploded dramatically from the wide open skies and always brought welcome rain to the parched garden and to farmers’ fields. It was a blessed alternative to the stifling dust storms that  blew in from the West, denuding the newly planted garden of its topsoil, leaving the pea seeds, that mother had just planted, standing on tiny mounds of dirt that mother had to push, with one finger, back into the…
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“The ’55 Dodge Truck and a Miracle” By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The truck was loaded with food supplies for a region of The Belgian Congo that was experiencing devastating drought. Dr. Bob and his assistant/cook/mechanic were delayed by the weather which had turned into a tropical storm. The lightening flashed continuously, the roar of the thunder was constant, the wind and rain threatened the buildings and the trees. The trip would have to be postponed till the next day which, indeed, was cloudless and quiet. The roads began to dry quickly.  It promised to be a rough drive through deep puddles, washouts, fallen tree branches and Congolese red mud. They made slow progress while bouncing from pothole to pothole. Without warning…
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Doctor Bob and the 1955 Green Dodge Half-Ton Truck Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob drove the dark green dodge truck from Emmaus, Pennsylvania, to dockside in New York. Shipped to Mombasa, Kenya, it was available for pick up a month or two later.  When he and his family arrived at their new home in the Belgian Congo, he drove it, through rugged country, some twelve hundred kilometers to Nyankunde. The roads, single track mud lanes, were haphazardly built through savanna and jungle by British and Belgian colonial governments but the maintenance was assigned to the tribes through which the roads passed.  They were expected to keep the grass cut, the trees from encroaching and the mud ruts leveled.  And there were countless…
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“A Cobra and a Panga”. By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The Congolese brown cobra slowly slithered up the tree near the Nyankunde medical station. Drawing on the wisdom of a thousand generations it chose a branch over a path, in this case, frequented by villagers headed to the hospital. It carefully selected a spot where it was fully camouflaged among the leaves and because it was not in a hurry it was quite prepared to patiently lie in ambush until a likely meal passed by.  The young Congolese woman, carrying a lunch in a pot on her head in the traditional style, was on her way to visit her mother in the hospital. She was on the same path.  Some…
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“The Night of the Leopard”. by Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob’s first patients that morning at the Nyankunde hospital was a family of four, all of whom had serious wounds from a leopard attack.  The family, father, mother, a boy of eight years and a girl of ten, lived in a traditional grass-covered mud hut near the hospital. While the nurses and Doctor Bob were looking after the injuries, the family were able to tell their story.  The typical hut was about four meters by four meters with one door and two windows that could be shuttered. The previous night had been exceptionally hot. As a result, they had left the windows open to allow air to circulate and…
Read More

“The Echo of Thunder” by Henry Regehr

To a six-year -old, sitting at the supper table on a sultry summer evening, the brilliant flash of lightning, followed by a stunningly loud clapping of thunder, was a frightening experience.   Prairie thunderstorms had a particular quality about them. They exploded dramatically from the wide open skies and always brought welcome rain to the parched garden and to farmers’ fields. It was a blessed alternative to the stifling dust storms that  blew in from the West, denuding the newly planted garden of its topsoil, leaving the pea seeds, that mother had just planted, standing on tiny mounds of dirt that mother had to push, with one finger, back into the…
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“The ’55 Dodge Truck and a Miracle” By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The truck was loaded with food supplies for a region of The Belgian Congo that was experiencing devastating drought. Dr. Bob and his assistant/cook/mechanic were delayed by the weather which had turned into a tropical storm. The lightening flashed continuously, the roar of the thunder was constant, the wind and rain threatened the buildings and the trees. The trip would have to be postponed till the next day which, indeed, was cloudless and quiet. The roads began to dry quickly.  It promised to be a rough drive through deep puddles, washouts, fallen tree branches and Congolese red mud. They made slow progress while bouncing from pothole to pothole. Without warning…
Read More

Doctor Bob and the 1955 Green Dodge Half-Ton Truck Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob drove the dark green dodge truck from Emmaus, Pennsylvania, to dockside in New York. Shipped to Mombasa, Kenya, it was available for pick up a month or two later.  When he and his family arrived at their new home in the Belgian Congo, he drove it, through rugged country, some twelve hundred kilometers to Nyankunde. The roads, single track mud lanes, were haphazardly built through savanna and jungle by British and Belgian colonial governments but the maintenance was assigned to the tribes through which the roads passed.  They were expected to keep the grass cut, the trees from encroaching and the mud ruts leveled.  And there were countless…
Read More

“A Cobra and a Panga”. By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The Congolese brown cobra slowly slithered up the tree near the Nyankunde medical station. Drawing on the wisdom of a thousand generations it chose a branch over a path, in this case, frequented by villagers headed to the hospital. It carefully selected a spot where it was fully camouflaged among the leaves and because it was not in a hurry it was quite prepared to patiently lie in ambush until a likely meal passed by.  The young Congolese woman, carrying a lunch in a pot on her head in the traditional style, was on her way to visit her mother in the hospital. She was on the same path.  Some…
Read More

“The Night of the Leopard”. by Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob’s first patients that morning at the Nyankunde hospital was a family of four, all of whom had serious wounds from a leopard attack.  The family, father, mother, a boy of eight years and a girl of ten, lived in a traditional grass-covered mud hut near the hospital. While the nurses and Doctor Bob were looking after the injuries, the family were able to tell their story.  The typical hut was about four meters by four meters with one door and two windows that could be shuttered. The previous night had been exceptionally hot. As a result, they had left the windows open to allow air to circulate and…
Read More

“The Echo of Thunder” by Henry Regehr

To a six-year -old, sitting at the supper table on a sultry summer evening, the brilliant flash of lightning, followed by a stunningly loud clapping of thunder, was a frightening experience.   Prairie thunderstorms had a particular quality about them. They exploded dramatically from the wide open skies and always brought welcome rain to the parched garden and to farmers’ fields. It was a blessed alternative to the stifling dust storms that  blew in from the West, denuding the newly planted garden of its topsoil, leaving the pea seeds, that mother had just planted, standing on tiny mounds of dirt that mother had to push, with one finger, back into the…
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“The ’55 Dodge Truck and a Miracle” By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The truck was loaded with food supplies for a region of The Belgian Congo that was experiencing devastating drought. Dr. Bob and his assistant/cook/mechanic were delayed by the weather which had turned into a tropical storm. The lightening flashed continuously, the roar of the thunder was constant, the wind and rain threatened the buildings and the trees. The trip would have to be postponed till the next day which, indeed, was cloudless and quiet. The roads began to dry quickly.  It promised to be a rough drive through deep puddles, washouts, fallen tree branches and Congolese red mud. They made slow progress while bouncing from pothole to pothole. Without warning…
Read More

Doctor Bob and the 1955 Green Dodge Half-Ton Truck Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob drove the dark green dodge truck from Emmaus, Pennsylvania, to dockside in New York. Shipped to Mombasa, Kenya, it was available for pick up a month or two later.  When he and his family arrived at their new home in the Belgian Congo, he drove it, through rugged country, some twelve hundred kilometers to Nyankunde. The roads, single track mud lanes, were haphazardly built through savanna and jungle by British and Belgian colonial governments but the maintenance was assigned to the tribes through which the roads passed.  They were expected to keep the grass cut, the trees from encroaching and the mud ruts leveled.  And there were countless…
Read More

“A Cobra and a Panga”. By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The Congolese brown cobra slowly slithered up the tree near the Nyankunde medical station. Drawing on the wisdom of a thousand generations it chose a branch over a path, in this case, frequented by villagers headed to the hospital. It carefully selected a spot where it was fully camouflaged among the leaves and because it was not in a hurry it was quite prepared to patiently lie in ambush until a likely meal passed by.  The young Congolese woman, carrying a lunch in a pot on her head in the traditional style, was on her way to visit her mother in the hospital. She was on the same path.  Some…
Read More

“The Night of the Leopard”. by Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob’s first patients that morning at the Nyankunde hospital was a family of four, all of whom had serious wounds from a leopard attack.  The family, father, mother, a boy of eight years and a girl of ten, lived in a traditional grass-covered mud hut near the hospital. While the nurses and Doctor Bob were looking after the injuries, the family were able to tell their story.  The typical hut was about four meters by four meters with one door and two windows that could be shuttered. The previous night had been exceptionally hot. As a result, they had left the windows open to allow air to circulate and…
Read More

“The Echo of Thunder” by Henry Regehr

To a six-year -old, sitting at the supper table on a sultry summer evening, the brilliant flash of lightning, followed by a stunningly loud clapping of thunder, was a frightening experience.   Prairie thunderstorms had a particular quality about them. They exploded dramatically from the wide open skies and always brought welcome rain to the parched garden and to farmers’ fields. It was a blessed alternative to the stifling dust storms that  blew in from the West, denuding the newly planted garden of its topsoil, leaving the pea seeds, that mother had just planted, standing on tiny mounds of dirt that mother had to push, with one finger, back into the…
Read More

“The ’55 Dodge Truck and a Miracle” By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The truck was loaded with food supplies for a region of The Belgian Congo that was experiencing devastating drought. Dr. Bob and his assistant/cook/mechanic were delayed by the weather which had turned into a tropical storm. The lightening flashed continuously, the roar of the thunder was constant, the wind and rain threatened the buildings and the trees. The trip would have to be postponed till the next day which, indeed, was cloudless and quiet. The roads began to dry quickly.  It promised to be a rough drive through deep puddles, washouts, fallen tree branches and Congolese red mud. They made slow progress while bouncing from pothole to pothole. Without warning…
Read More

Doctor Bob and the 1955 Green Dodge Half-Ton Truck Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob drove the dark green dodge truck from Emmaus, Pennsylvania, to dockside in New York. Shipped to Mombasa, Kenya, it was available for pick up a month or two later.  When he and his family arrived at their new home in the Belgian Congo, he drove it, through rugged country, some twelve hundred kilometers to Nyankunde. The roads, single track mud lanes, were haphazardly built through savanna and jungle by British and Belgian colonial governments but the maintenance was assigned to the tribes through which the roads passed.  They were expected to keep the grass cut, the trees from encroaching and the mud ruts leveled.  And there were countless…
Read More

“A Cobra and a Panga”. By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The Congolese brown cobra slowly slithered up the tree near the Nyankunde medical station. Drawing on the wisdom of a thousand generations it chose a branch over a path, in this case, frequented by villagers headed to the hospital. It carefully selected a spot where it was fully camouflaged among the leaves and because it was not in a hurry it was quite prepared to patiently lie in ambush until a likely meal passed by.  The young Congolese woman, carrying a lunch in a pot on her head in the traditional style, was on her way to visit her mother in the hospital. She was on the same path.  Some…
Read More

“The Night of the Leopard”. by Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob’s first patients that morning at the Nyankunde hospital was a family of four, all of whom had serious wounds from a leopard attack.  The family, father, mother, a boy of eight years and a girl of ten, lived in a traditional grass-covered mud hut near the hospital. While the nurses and Doctor Bob were looking after the injuries, the family were able to tell their story.  The typical hut was about four meters by four meters with one door and two windows that could be shuttered. The previous night had been exceptionally hot. As a result, they had left the windows open to allow air to circulate and…
Read More

“The Echo of Thunder” by Henry Regehr

To a six-year -old, sitting at the supper table on a sultry summer evening, the brilliant flash of lightning, followed by a stunningly loud clapping of thunder, was a frightening experience.   Prairie thunderstorms had a particular quality about them. They exploded dramatically from the wide open skies and always brought welcome rain to the parched garden and to farmers’ fields. It was a blessed alternative to the stifling dust storms that  blew in from the West, denuding the newly planted garden of its topsoil, leaving the pea seeds, that mother had just planted, standing on tiny mounds of dirt that mother had to push, with one finger, back into the…
Read More

“The ’55 Dodge Truck and a Miracle” By Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

The truck was loaded with food supplies for a region of The Belgian Congo that was experiencing devastating drought. Dr. Bob and his assistant/cook/mechanic were delayed by the weather which had turned into a tropical storm. The lightening flashed continuously, the roar of the thunder was constant, the wind and rain threatened the buildings and the trees. The trip would have to be postponed till the next day which, indeed, was cloudless and quiet. The roads began to dry quickly.  It promised to be a rough drive through deep puddles, washouts, fallen tree branches and Congolese red mud. They made slow progress while bouncing from pothole to pothole. Without warning…
Read More

Doctor Bob and the 1955 Green Dodge Half-Ton Truck Dr. Robert O. Stephens as told to Henry Regehr

Doctor Bob drove the dark green dodge truck from Emmaus, Pennsylvania, to dockside in New York. Shipped to Mombasa, Kenya, it was available for pick up a month or two later.  When he and his family arrived at their new home in the Belgian Congo, he drove it, through rugged country, some twelve hundred kilometers to Nyankunde. The roads, single track mud lanes, were haphazardly built through savanna and jungle by British and Belgian colonial governments but the maintenance was assigned to the tribes through which the roads passed.  They were expected to keep the grass cut, the trees from encroaching and the mud ruts leveled.  And there were countless…
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