Several years ago I wrote this short story, with the idea of shopping it around to publishers. I was unsuccessful at that, so here it is, for your enjoyment. If you like what you read, I’ve also written two books. Michael “One Bullet” Brandt licked his parched lips and scanned the street that stretched before…
A sample section of Missionary Max and the Lost City. * * * The helicopter touched down, the rotors slowed to a stop, and the hydraulic doors opened with a hiss. Even though he was blindfolded, Cascavel knew exactly where he was. The stench that emanated from the Cabrito Federal Corrections Facility made Cascavel want…
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If you have read Missionary Max and the Jungle Princess, you will remember that our hero has a rather unpleasant surprise waiting for him as soon as he arrives at the airport. Faithful followers of this blog will perhaps not be surprised to learn that this episode has, as it’s inspiration, a real life event…
This ad is showing on TV here in Brazil. It is for a bank, advertizing their paperless banking. But the star of the show is the baby. I have yet to tire of seeing this one. ____________________ Did you enjoy this post? Consider making a donation to our ministry in Brazil. As an Amazon Associate…
In my last post I mentioned a “brush with death” on our way back from the MAB missionary conference last week. Several people have asked about it, so here–without further ado–is how it went down. Thirty-nine years is somewhat of a milestone–if for no other reason than that it is the last birthday before forty….
The following is a letter I wrote to a teacher who marked my son off for using the word “Indian” in reference to the Navajos. She preferred the term “Native American” as “Indians live in India.” Greetings! This is in response to your note about my son’s use of the term “Indians” in his assignment….
Last Monday night I was suffering from a headache and insomnia, and so, while everybody else was sleeping, I was in the living room intermittently reading and watching TV. Presently I heard a banging sound coming from outside, indicating that our gate had not been properly shut. A light breeze was causing one metal door…