Theology, opinion, fiction, and the occasional limerick.
This is a repost of an article from 2003, back when I was brand new at the whole blogging thing. We were at the very beginning of our missionary career at the time, and I was just cutting my teeth as a writer. While I might express a couple things differently, time and experience have…
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…
The following is adapted from the most recent edition of a monthly e-mail I send to my BMM colleagues in NE Brazil. I was strolling through a local supermarket the other day, idly listening to the Christmas carols being blasted over the sound system. Somewhere between Bing Crosby’s somewhat out of place White Christmas and…
“What are you thinking, coach?” What sports fan has never found himself hollering those words at the TV as they helplessly watch the coach of their favorite team remove the star player from the game? What soccer mom has never screamed those words at the youth-league coach as the best kid (usually her kid) is…
So for three months this year I had a job working for a natural gas company in upstate New York. I am very grateful for the opportunity, and, what’s more, I found the job to be a lot of fun. It was different from pretty much every job I have ever had, and I actually…
Every five years or so our furlough travels take us through the little hamlet of Limestone, PA. Whenever we visit, I am flooded with memories of the five years I spent there as a child. This time, as I made my customary pilgrimage through ancient haunts, it struck me that, although I did not know…
This happened four years ago today. The wound is still surprisingly fresh. Did you enjoy this post? Consider making a donation to our ministry in Brazil. As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases.. This means that clicking on these Amazon links and making purchases is one way you can help our work. Also,…
My first encounter with Tom Willson was in 1989, in a missionary prayer meeting in Juazeiro do Norte, CE, Brazil. I was a skinny 17 year-old kid, and Tom was a veteran missionary. After a devotional and a time of prayer, Tom took me aside and gave me a quick overview of the Juazeiro’s culture…
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…
October 27, 2002. I was sitting with the Brazilian Bombshell in a Brazilian restaurant in Orlando, FL. It was my birthday, and Brazilian cuisine was my present. It was also the birthday of one Luís Inácio “Lula” da Silva, and his birthday present was a little bigger: he had just been elected President of Brazil….