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Caught in The Crossfire, Covenant Companion July 2007
Caught in The Crossfire, Covenant Companion July 2007
the Crossfire
When fighting broke out in Kinshasa, Covenanters
Curt Peterson and Roger Thorpe experienced a night
of terror and grace. | Bob Smietana
W
hen the phone rang at home from Congo.” Eileen began to wonder if he had
2:30 on the morning of “I don’t know why I felt that way,” been through something more severe
Friday, March 23, Eileen Eileen said later. than “a bit of a rough night.”
Thorpe wasn’t upset. If On the other end of the line Roger’s She was right.
anything she was glad. voice was quiet and calm, but distant— While in the capital of Kinshasa,
Eileen’s husband, retired Covenant calls from Congo always have a slight preparing to return home to the States,
missionary surgeon Roger Thorpe, delay, as the voices make their way to Curt, sixty, and Roger, seventy-five, had
had been in the Democratic Republic the other side of the world. “We’ve had been swept up into a war zone. They
of Congo for about a week. She figured a bit of a rough night,” Roger said. had been robbed, shot at, taken captive,
that Roger, who was traveling with Curt In Congo, a rough night could mean and spent the better part of a day caught
Peterson, executive minister of world a minor inconvenience—like the time in a crossfire between police officers
mission, was calling with an update. the Thorpes stayed in a Kinshasa guest- and armed militia. Like millions of
The call came as a relief to Eileen. house and their room was invaded by people in faraway, war-torn places like
She had been uncharacteristically wor- driver ants—they spent the night swat- Darfur and Iraq, Afghanistan and Leba-
ried about Roger, with a feeling in the ting away ants. Or it could be more non, they were caught in a whirlwind
back of her mind that something wasn’t serious. of chaos and violence, bystanders in the
right. She told friends at church hours “Hopefully, you’ll be able to sleep wrong place at the wrong time.
earlier, “Just pray for Roger and Curt now,” Eileen told Roger. There was no For at least one day, they understood
and the other people coming back response. Roger had hung up. what life is like for some of the world’s
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Over the next few hours, they re-
mained in the captain’s office, as people
came and went, and the fighting inten-
sified. One officer came in to recharge a
cell phone; another to get more ammu-
nition. Journalists who had also been
caught in the violence were brought
in as well. They turned on a televi-
sion—no news of the fighting, just an
afternoon talk show, of all things.
As the late afternoon turned into
night, things became more worrisome.
Captain Symphorien came back for
more ammunition, again telling them
to be calm. This time, however, he
Curt Peterson spoke at this gathering of more than 1,400 Congolese Covenant leaders. pulled on a flak jacket before leaving.
the Hotel Memling, where Air France died down. The officers grabbed Roger A mortar round hit the building, the
has its office. From there, Air France and Curt and rushed them across the explosion shaking the walls and floor
could transport Roger and Curt to the square toward an imposing stone build- and shattering glass. “Before I knew
airport, or, in an emergency, get them ing with pillars and a glass front. A sign it, I was underneath the desk. Roger
across the Congo River into neighbor- identified the building as the offices of was down on the floor,” Curt says.
ing Brazzaville. the Special Services of the Congo Na- “That’s when it felt like that there was
Early in the afternoon, Roger and tional Police, Kin Maziere. something developing that was more
Curt set out for the hotel, accompanied Inside the building, they saw a flurry serious.”
by their driver, the protocol officer, of activity. Several officers escorted men On the wall hung a picture of Jesus,
and the police captain. At first things in handcuffs—they had been caught and below it were posted handwritten
went well—then traffic backed up, as looting in the area. A civilian office Scripture passages. Curt and Roger felt
the police had blocked off the street. worker, dressed in a brown shirt, led surrounded by God’s presence as they
They turned a corner to try an alternate them to an office and told Roger and read: “Be anxious for nothing but in ev-
route, and everything changed. Curt that everything would soon be erything with prayer and supplication
“We saw deserted streets—abso- under control. If they needed anything, in thanksgiving make your requests
lutely deserted, and started hearing the he would take care of it for them. known to God and the peace of God
gunfire,” Roger says. As they listened to the sound of gun- that passes all understanding will keep
Along the side streets, civilians and fire outside the building, Curt noticed a your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus”
some soldiers were crouching along the small book on a desk—a Gideon New (Philippians 4:6-7).
walls of buildings, staying out of the Testament with Psalms in French. He As the night wore on, things outside
line of fire. The car came across another asked Roger to read from Psalm 91: the police station vacillated between
group of police and stopped again, a “You who live in the shelter of the Most moments of intense fighting and rela-
few blocks from the Hotel Memling. High . . . under his wings you will find tive calm—long bursts of automatic
The police decided their best option refuge. . . . You will not fear the terror weapon fire, then quiet. A mortar hit
was to go on by foot. of the night, or the arrow that flies by the building, the light flickered for a
“They gathered around us,” says day. . . . ” moment, then came back on.
Curt. “There were three armed police- As they waited, another office work- “I kept looking for some piece of
men who joined with us and walked er came into the room. He sat at his paper so I could write a note to my
with us maybe six or seven blocks. And desk and pulled out a Bible. He read wife, so that I could have something
as we got further down the road, we and then closed the book, his lips mov- in my pocket in case things turned to
heard some pops of rifles, and then ing silently in prayer. Another officer the worse,” Curt says.
came to a corner. In that square there came in and ushered Curt and Roger Roger too began to worry. “Once
was a lot of firing, and we seemed to be to the office of Captain Symphorien, darkness fell, I began wondering, wait
in the crossfire. At that point, we were the station commander. “Be calm, ev- a minute, what is going to happen
pulled back by the policemen—each erything will be all right,” he told them, here.”
took an arm and pushed us against the his voice full of confidence as he pulled What exactly was happening outside
wall.” on his beret and shouldered his rifle, the police station was unclear. The
After a few minutes, the shooting then walked out of the office. standoff between Bemba and Kabila’s
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and tossed his wallet on the floor. As was the man who had first greeted most part, they treated Roger and Curt
it fell, several cards inside scattered. them at the police station. “Friend, I with respect. Roger overheard several
Quickly Roger snatched up a few of have been crying for you,” he told Curt. soldiers saying in Lingala, “What are
them, including a laminated credential He had lost track of them when the we going to do with these two white
identifying him as a Covenant mission- building was overrun and feared the men?”
ary. worst. There wasn’t much time for talking,
The militia demanded to know who as the compound soon came under fire.
Roger and Curt were and where they Into the fire Roger and Curt were led to a shelter
were from. They refused to accept their Over the next hour or so, the militia between a truck and a cinder-block wall
claim that they were missionaries. Ex- traded fire with government troops out- and given cots to lie down on. They
asperated and fearing the possible side the station. A pickup truck pulled spent most of the night there, accom-
consequences if his answers proved up and the militia began tossing boxes panied by half a dozen young soldiers.
unsatisfactory, Roger showed them the of guns and ammunition into the bed. Several of them played video games on
laminated credential. Seeing the card, A dozen soldiers climbed in as well, their cells phones, or sent text messages
the militia relented and ordered Roger taking Roger and Curt with them. to friends. They were no more than
teenagers, Roger realized.
Even by the wall, Curt and Roger
remained in danger. Time seemed to
slow down as they could do nothing
but wait for hours as rockets, bazookas,
mortar rounds, and bullets flew over-
head. They felt it was only a matter
of time before a mortar landed in the
middle of the trucks, or a stray bullet
hit them. Even if they made it through
the night, once the government troops
entered the camp, the odds of their
survival were slim. They were in the
wrong place at the wrong time. During
the night, they thought of Paul Carlson,
the Covenant missionary doctor who
The gate outside the Centre died in a rescue attempt in Congo on
D’Accueil Protestant. Roger and Curt
scaled this wall to get to safety. November 24, 1964.
There was at least one light-hearted
and Curt to follow them. Curt ended up lying on top of boxes moment to break the tension.
Out in the lobby, all the police were of guns, with his feet hanging over the As they were waiting Roger men-
gone. Many civilian office workers back of the truck. As long as his head tioned that he was praying for strength
were sitting against the walls. Militia was down and out of the line of fire, he to endure whatever happened.
filled the station, dressed in military fa- wasn’t going to complain. As the truck “Roger,” Curt replied. “I am praying
tigues, and carrying AK-47s. Most were went tearing down the road with no to get rescued.”
in their late teens or early twenties. No lights on, Curt looked up and saw the Later, things turned more serious,
one seemed to be in charge. One soldier, Hotel Memling flash by. and it came time to say goodbye. “It has
bare-chested and wearing a bandolier The truck then pulled off into a side been an honor and a privilege to know
of bullets, began threatening some of street, past a sand-bagged barricade you. And I am thankful for you,” Curt
the office workers. He seemed com- and into a compound run by Bemba’s said. Roger nodded his head. “After
pletely out of control. Other soldiers guard. The street ran between two forty years, this is how it ends.”
were cheering, shouting, and gathering sets of walls, with trucks parked along
ammunition and weapons. A soldier both sides, and ended by the Congo Over the wall
began taking the names of everyone in River, where tents for the militia were By 5:30 a.m., things began to disinte-
the lobby, about forty people in all—he set up. Through a gap in a wall, Roger grate at the camp. One of the trucks
seemed to be making a hostage list. saw more tents, housing women and had a machine gun mounted on it, and
While they rested against the lobby children—the families of the militia. several soldiers moved it to the front
wall, an office worker came and sat next Militia swarmed the pickup, pulling of the line, preparing to repel an im-
to Curt. Dressed in a brown shirt, he out the guns and ammunition. For the minent assault. Others fled toward the
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river. Roger and Curt looked for an op- to UN safe havens.
portunity to flee as well. Waved on by a As they stood outside the gate,
soldier, they joined the throng of flee- Curt got the idea to try and climb
ing women, children, and militia. over the wall next to the gate and
A women holding a toddler and get into the compound that way.
leading two small children looked Before he could try, a soldier ap-
at Roger and Curt, and said simply, peared. He screamed at them, Eileen Thorpe, Laurie Thorpe, Roger Thorpe, Christine
“Help.” They each picked up a child threatening to shoot unless they Olfelt, Curt Peterson, and Marti Peterson
and kept going, the children clinging to gave him their wallets and cell phones. dering if news of the violence had been
them in fear. Rockets hit the buildings He jabbed at Curt with his rifle, as he reported. But no word had gotten out.
around them—every time one went off, and Roger held up their empty hands. Despite the intense fighting in Congo’s
all the women would duck in unison, a But the soldier never pulled the trigger. capital, few outsiders knew.
hundred of them all in a row. When Roger explained that they had Over the next twenty-four hours,
At one street corner they came across already been robbed, the soldier gave Curt and Roger were out of immedi-
a badly injured woman—her ankle up and headed back down the river. ate danger, while the fighting contin-
had been hurt in an explosion and she When the soldier was out of sight, ued. With the help of Byron Amund-
couldn’t walk. She begged for help, but Curt stood on a small ledge and grabbed sen back in Chicago, they contacted
with the children in their arms, there hold of bars that covered a window, and the U.S. embassy and found out that
was nothing Roger and Curt could do. started to climb. He could hear gunfire eighty-five Americans had been trapped
A pickup truck came by and someone as he climbed and worried he would there. An embassy staff member told
flagged it down. They loaded her in the be exposed to sniper fire. When he Curt that once things settled down,
back and drove off. reached the top, he realized that much they would send an armored person-
A mile down the road, Roger and of the roof was covered by a tree. nel carrier. Until then, she said, “stay
Curt all of a sudden saw a gate with the “I rolled across the roof because it low and stay put.”
letters “C.A.P.” written on it. Somehow, was rusted out and I was afraid I was As word of their story got out on the
they had stumbled upon their guest- going to fall through,” he says. “I went Covenant’s website, Curt’s cell phone
house. across and got to the other side and got began to ring. A missionary from Ecua-
They ran to the gate and began down.” Despite his pleading, the staff dor called, while others text-messaged.
banging, asking to be let in. Behind still refused to open the gate. President Palmberg called as well.
them there was an explosion as a mortar Curt went back and told Roger that Back home in Chicago, Eileen called
round hit a fuel dump, and black smoke he would have to climb over the wall as Byron to get more details and shared
filled the air. They banged again, and well. With Curt directing him, Roger the news with her family. Then she
one of the Congolese staff came to the made it to the roof and jumped down got dressed and walked to Covenant
guard house by the gate and told them into Curt’s arms. There was no hero- Offices, where she works for the De-
to go away. ism, they claim—both men were ter- partment of World Mission. More than
The women and children stopped rified, and all the time aware of all the thirty years as a missionary had taught
with Curt and Roger, and pleaded with people they could not save. her that the best way to deal with a crisis
them to open the gate and get them Once inside, Roger convinced the is to retain a sense of normalcy. She
to shelter. All the while militia kept staff that they were guests, and that didn’t want to wait around the house
streaming by and rockets and bul- seemed to calm them down. They and worry. “I don’t want to feel help-
lets flew overhead. But no one inside also found another American who had less,” she told a coworker.
would open the gates. been trapped inside when the fighting That morning staff at Covenant Of-
Roger and Curt knew that their best started, and learned that hundreds had fices gathered in the chapel to pray for
option was to stay and find a way into been killed during the fighting. Gov- Roger and Curt. Eileen and Roger’s
the guesthouse. It was a heart-breaking ernment officials put the death toll as daughters, Laurie, a doctor at Swed-
decision. They set the children down high as 600. ish Covenant Hospital, and Christine,
and watched as they and their mothers They guzzled glass after glass of wa- a seminary student who works for the
walked away. ter, and rested for a while. Then they Department of the Ordered Ministry,
“I never heard children with such called home on Curt’s cell phone, were there as well. Eileen sat at the pi-
panic and fear in their hearts,” says which he had left behind. Curt reached ano and began playing an old Swedish
Curt. “That’s when I realized that this his wife, Martie, and was able to relay hymn from memory: “Day by day, and
picture is getting worse for them. We their story. Roger called Eileen, and was with each passing moment, strength I
may be safe. They had to keep walk- able to tell her they had “a bit of a rough find to meet my trials here....”
ing.” According to news reports, many night” before he lost contact. They had When Eileen finished, Byron
of the militia and their families made it been worried about their families, won- Amundsen gave an update on Roger
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and Curt’s situation. Just then, his
phone rang. From the guesthouse, Curt
had sent a one-sentence message. “We
are safe.”
By the following morning, the fight-
ing had subsided, and Curt and Roger
were able to leave the guesthouse. That
night they were on their way home,
arriving on Sunday afternoon.
Their families met them at the air-
port. After they embraced, the first
thing that Roger’s daughter Christine
did was reach over and grab her dad’s
passport. “I don’t think you need that
anymore,” she said. He was, at least for
now, grounded.
A few weeks after returning home,
Curt got back on a plane to visit mission
work in South Africa, and then on to
Cameroon and Equatorial Guinea. The
first time he saw a soldier with an AK-
47, he flinched, the memories rushing
back. But he refuses to give up.
“It is amazing to be held in the grace
and the hands of God. And you cannot
live life from that moment on, without
a consciousness of both God’s presence
and God’s continued call,” he says. “It
is about God redeeming the world, and
I want to be part of that.
“The good news is really good news.
And it is for all people and it may cost
—for us it was a day. For our brothers
and sisters in Congo it’s day after day,
and they are the victims of random vio-
lence, and of power. The African par-
able is so true—when the elephants
fight it is the grass that is trampled and
suffers.”
Roger too refuses to give up hope.
When asked if he has any regrets—if
he feels that his forty years in Congo
have somehow been wasted, given the
country’s continued struggles, he ex-
plains, “They say all’s well that ends
well. It’s not true for that country, for
those people. It has not ended well. I
have this fear that our Covenant people
are going to say, ‘Come on, let’s look
elsewhere. . . . I want to get the word
out. We’re still needed there. There
are people there doing God’s work, but
they need help. We have to help them.
I hope that message goes out.” o
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