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the same time a young man came to say that his wife, Norma, had<br />

begun labor pains and could I please get her to the hospital?<br />

So we set <strong>of</strong>f in the Land Rover with the eight members <strong>of</strong> the<br />

evangelism team, Norma (great with child), her husband (greatly<br />

anxious), and myself. How was Norma feeling? Not well. . .we took<br />

hot water in a c<strong>of</strong>fee thermos in case the baby should be born on the<br />

road (although I had no idea what to do with the hot water).<br />

It was a slow trip. <strong>The</strong> road was covered with water. As it ran by<br />

the river's edge, we could see that the river had risen ten or twelve<br />

feet overnight. <strong>The</strong> river and the road were nearly one and the same.<br />

Where water did not yet cover the road there was deep, thick mud.<br />

We held our breath and wondered whether this 21-year-old vehicle<br />

would pull through as time after time we crawled into and then out<br />

<strong>of</strong> a deep muddy patch. In places we churned through water higher<br />

than the floorboards and hoped we would miss potholes in the road<br />

surface.<br />

I could easily imagine my vehicle being carried <strong>of</strong>f by the raging<br />

rivers, but we had to keep going. Norma said that her first baby had<br />

to be delivered by Caesarean section, and she expected this one to be<br />

born the same way. I did not relish the thought <strong>of</strong> attempting such an<br />

operation in a stuck truck with the river rising around us.<br />

<strong>The</strong> windshield wiper blades broke, but one <strong>of</strong> the women came<br />

up with some thread to tie them back on. <strong>The</strong> brothers and sisters<br />

chided me gently for my doubts. We kept on singing and grinding<br />

through the mud, not knowing if the road was still there or if the<br />

loaded Land Rover or its eleven passengers would stand the strain.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re were no other vehicles on the road.<br />

But just as I knew we had come too far to turn back an amazing<br />

thing happened. Around a bend in the muddy road ahead, in the<br />

waning light <strong>of</strong> dusk, there appeared a mirror image <strong>of</strong> ourselves.<br />

Yes, another Land Rover, painted sky-blue, and even older than<br />

ours. As we passed each other, the blue Land Rover honked its<br />

horn. We knew there was still a road ahead <strong>of</strong> us. And we knew that<br />

it was passable, if only by a rugged vehicle like ours.<br />

Norma's baby was born that night. <strong>The</strong> preparations for the<br />

operation began moments after her arrival at the hospital. Although<br />

her child was born with jaundice, Norma, the baby, the father, lay<br />

evangelists, missionary, and Land Rover are all doing fine. But<br />

Perales, Lonpulla and Vegas were cut <strong>of</strong>f from the world for a<br />

74 QUARTERLY REVIEW/SPRING 1993

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