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Peru Medical Campaign, part 2: To Give Our Light

Daryn Popp in the middle

Travel Journal, 141

Every year I participate in a Medical Campaign in the Madre de Dios region of Peru. This year our team of 30 consisted of two physicians, four nurses, three dentists, a paramedic (yours truly), and several non-medical supportive personnel. Click here for a basic breakdown of the mission.

February 26th-March 2nd

7 days

6 villages

1 city

250-ish miles of river

Multiple days of rain

Over 300 patients

49 confessed Christ as Savior

1 Great God

 

I hesitate to write this story. To write about myself is inherently safe. But writing about someone else? That’s another matter. Opening the curtains on someone else demands careful thought and action. I tread lightly here.

But I want to tell you, no, I have to tell you about Daryn.

Immediately the Medical Campaign’s original plans had sloughed off and new plans grew to take their place. It’s simply the nature of doing things in the jungle. Timing seemed to be the biggest change. Instead of this place today, we go to this other place. We load up a truck instead of a boat. We go to meet a man about gasoline; he’s not there.

And the first day of the trip, our boat came into Santa Alicia—a place we had no intention of being. The river was swift. Far swifter than we’d ever seen. Slow boat travel landed us here, fairly close to dark. By the time we set up clinic, held a briefing, and began seeing patient’s, darkness had fallen hard on this tiny Peruvian village.

And there is one guy that kind of holds it all together during times like this.

Daryn works quietly in the background, filtering drinking water, setting up lights, troubleshooting missing tent parts, directing patients to respective locations, and doing whatever needs to be done before you even know there’s a problem. He’s a sedate fella. He won’t yell and he certainly isn’t going to make you want to yell. His quiet and saintly demeanor are injected with a wry smile and a hilariously dry sense of humor. And this guy can sing. But Daryn above all loves Christ and can’t keep it to himself. He’s here because he needs to be here. The work needs him. And he cannot help but serve.

At Santa Alicia, a Peruvian lady heard us talking to Daryn and mentioned him by name. Seems her sister had recently had a baby. And what’s astounding about all of this is that she named the baby after Daryn. His name is not one you hear in Spanish, much less the Yine Tribal language. But this quiet servant of God was honored with a namesake in the middle of the Peruvian jungle.

In Spanish, there’s a very interesting way of saying that someone had a baby.

“Dar la luz.”

When we say that someone gave birth, we literally say that she, “gave the light.” Its origins are actually pretty clear. The Blessed Virgin Mary gave the light of the world when she gave birth to Christ.

And now Christ tells us that we are the light of the world. As Christians, we are to “let [our] light shine before others, so that they (those in sin and darkness) may see [our] good works and give glory to [our] Father in heaven.” (Matt 5)

Daryn’s example is hard to miss. He has the light of Christ and each year he diligently lets it shine. It shone so bright that a Peruvian lady gave her child his name when she, “gave the light.”

And so it goes on: Christ’s Good News of salvation from sin and death. For, “in him was life, and that life was the light of men. That light shines in the darkness, and yet the darkness did not overcome it.” (John 1)

The darkness cannot overcome the quiet saint showing the light of Christ.

 

anthony forrest

Follow along for more to come on the 2024 Medical Campaign in Peru. And click here for even more stories of my work in Peru.

Dark Magic

Travel Journal, 89

My work as a paramedic has led me down strange roads. And the care I’ve provided has caused me to think differently about modern medicine. Don’t get me wrong, I still believe in modern medicinal treatments. But if I was some kind of plague doctor in the Early Middle Ages, my type of patient care would probably get me burned at the stake, or maybe drowned, or both. I hear that was pretty popular.

For example, I was treating a patient many, many years ago. As part of this person’s treatment, I administered a very strong medication with a psychoactive and hallucinogenic affect. It’s not a medication used often; it can be an addictive-controlled substance. And to be honest with you, I didn’t use it very often. But as I injected the medicine into the patient’s IV port, the patient’s eyes jittered for a while, he paused like a possessed mannequin, and time (for him at least for him) stopped. After a few moments, the patient began to move like a toy being rewound. He eventually looked at me with a shocked look on his face.

“How do you feel,” I asked.

With a wild look in his eyes he said, “It feels like you pulled my soul through the back of my head.”

If that wouldn’t get me gullied in the market square back in A.D. 850, what would?

As a general rule, I personally try to stay away from most medication. But I didn’t feel like I had a choice at the Haneda airport in Tokyo. We had just finished a great visit to Japan, one of our favorite places. My wife was leaving for the States soon. But my flight on to Malaysia to visit a college friend would leave two hours later. I had worked a 12-hour night shift that culminated in climbing onto a 13-hour flight to Tokyo. We had a whirlwind trip of excellent food and great experiences.

But I was tired. And I still had 10 more days in Malaysia.

Between all the traveling and the endless nights of work as a paramedic, sleep isn’t exactly something I get often.

After I got my wife to her gate and kissed goodbye, I wandered the airport in search of some coffee and then, I saw it—a small pharmacy nudged in the upstairs of the airport. It looked like a place most Americans wouldn’t go. Perfect.

My eyes scanned the shelves for something to help me sleep on my forthcoming 8-hour red-eye. And then I saw it.

The box had a little crescent moon and a tiny person sleeping on a bed with a line of “Zzzzzzz” floating from his head.

Being medically minded and endlessly curious, I got out the ‘Ol Google Translate and went to work on the ingredients list.

And Lo, listed before my eyes, were two ingredients made directly from Barbiturates—that long lost sedative no longer in use in the US. But here in Japan, a guy can buy the proverbial good stuff.

I bought my packet and walked to my gate. Just prior to the flight, I popped one tablet (as recommended) and then an additional two Benadryl (as is entirely not recommended).

The next eight hours are a blur of slow-motion flight attendants and on/off sleeping in strange positions. Never have I produced so much saliva. But I will say this; the flight went pretty quick.

Dark magic indeed.

 

anthony forrest

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