the Gospel Door
with the Key
of Medicine

Nigeria August 2005

A little patient out in the village of Bazamiri. Will she live to see her fifth birthday? Two out of three children here do not! Notice too, how colorful are their outfits even at this tender age.

The "Pharmacy" in the village of Bazamiri. We are on the ground under a grass brusharbor. Wherever god allows us to operate, we gladly minister. The two ladies on the left are Ruth and Pricilla, the wives of Nico and Julius, with Sis Steve and Lareba on the right. They faithfully dispense prescriptions to the villagers and instruct them on how to take them. Ruth is fluent in the Kanuri language, which has been a real blessing.

Julius, our driver/mechanic, registering patients in the village of Bazamiri. Notice their colorful outfits.


Members of the faithful national team that God has raised up to carry the burden of the vision to their neighbors the Kanuri Tribe.

Front L-R: Rebecca, Ruth, Sis Steve, Lareba, Rev. Sunday

Back L-r: Nico, Me (Larry), Sam, James, Julius



The gentleman in the middle is Mr. Yale, who was instrumental 10 years ago as Chairman of the Konduga Local Government Area in directing us to his village of Yale where his brother is now chief. Now, as the Commissioner of Health for Borno State, he is supporting us in "reviving the project" to build a permanent Clinic of Refuge at Yale.

Happy faces of children at Yale who always love to have their pictures taken and fight to be in the front row.



During the rainy season the road to Yale is full of ruts and ditches full of water that you must pass through, or go around. As a result of this, and the van breakdowns, our trip to Yale took six hours instead of two-and-a-half.

With the rear wheels of the van stuck up to the axels, we were hopelessly stuck in the mud until God sent an "Angel" with a tractor that pushed us out and we were back on the road again.



Here we sit off the main road, and one-and-a-half hours from Yale. We have a broken fuel pump on the van. After an hour-and-a-half of trying, Julius, our driver/mechanic, finally conceded that he could not fix it. So we waited for a miracle.

Julius on the left with our "Angel" mechanic, who came out to the Bush to help us fix the broken electric fuel pump on the van. He was the first person to come by as we were stranded in the Bush an hour from the main road. He was just who we needed for the moment.