While researching for our special coverage this summer celebrating MAF’s 50 years in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), the words from Dietrich G. Buss and Arthur F. Glass in their book Giving Wings to the Gospel jumped off the page at me.
Dr. C. Everett Koop … was one of the young American doctors who gave his time and talents in service.” (p. 255)
Dr. Koop flew with MAF? I suddenly had a crazy idea about interviewing him for this story. After all, Dr. Koop was one of my scientific heroes while growing up.
When I was in high school, my friends Andy and Shane and I all had this unusual hero worship for Dr. Koop. We thought his bow tie was cool, along with the fact that he was adamantly against smoking – and people still respected him. There was hope for us yet.
So when this idea came up a few weeks ago, I contacted his office and sought out an interview with the spry 94-year-old man. Dr. Koop admitted his body might be falling apart but his mind is intact. I also found his mind to be incredibly lucid and oozing with wit. It was fascinating.
Here is a story he shared about his time in Africa in 1961 as part of “Operation Doctor” with MAF to combat a critical shortage of doctors in the DRC. …
In January 1961 when Dr. Koop arrived in Kinshasa (known as Léopoldville at that time), the Congo rebellion to overthrow the Belgian rule had forced a transition of the government. While waiting for a new government to be established, a United Nations peace-keeping force was in charge of security. This presented some unique challenges for Dr. Koop and the Operation Doctor program.
Instead of local government officials who understood the ebb and flow of medical aid, wary U.N. officials were in charge – and not very compliant.
“I always believe in going to the top, and there was a very bemedaled general (from the U.N. peace-keeping force) with big balloon white pants who was in charge. I told him, ‘My problem is very simple – it just means unlocking the door of the hangar so we can get two cargo planes already loaded with the only medicine that is available for the people of the Congo since all the missionary doctors had been ordered home.’
“I didn’t touch his heart at all. He told me it would take a lot of red tape and so forth and to come back and see him at some other time.”
Frustrated, yet undaunted, Dr. Koop met another man while roaming the halls of the U.S. Embassy, a Mennonite conscientious objector who came to serve in Congo during the war in the 1940s but never left.
“I told this young guy what my problem was,” Dr. Koop said. “So, he told me, ‘In other words, your major problem is to get somebody to recognize that the Congo Protestant Relief Agency has property destined for people out in the bush but nobody here is available to receive it because all the missionaries have gone home – and all you need is someone to open the door to the hangar and pilots for the planes?’ I told him that Mission Aviation Fellowship pilots are ready to fly the planes and all I need is a key to the hangar.
“Then, he looked at me and said, ‘You won’t believe this – I have the key.’ That was about two o’clock in the afternoon and the next morning right after dawn, the planes were headed for pre-arranged parachute drops.”
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