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As summer rolls around in the US, churches and camps begin to prepare for their summer programs. Once again, I would love to send your church or camp up to three free copies of Missionary Max and the Jungle Princess to be used as prizes or gifts. Just send me an email at brazilnut72 (at)…
Or so I’m told by their teacher, Mrs. Oliveira. If the pictures are any indication, these students at Twin Tiers Christian Academy (my alma mater) are pretty excited about delving into the adventures of our favorite fictional missionary hero. Click here to find out what all the excitement is about. *Not actual quotes. Did you…
The following is section of Chapter 18 of Missionary Max and the Jungle Princess, entitled Traditional Values. It features brand-new original art by artist-extraordinaire Zilson Costa. In the previous chapter, our hero spent a day as the guest of the lovely Ilana at a festival of the native Yamani people. Though the day was enjoyable,…
Mrs. Oliveira’s sixth grade class sent me some fan mail, and it’s so great I thought I’d share it with you here. Note: if you have not yet read the Missionary Max books, there are some spoilers here. The good news is, the books are available on Amazon. _____________ Did you enjoy this post? Consider…
Beginning tomorrow you will be able to follow the adventures of Missionary Max here on this blog. Several years ago I made a brief foray into fiction, trying to write the chapters of the story as I went. After a short period of time I abandoned this as impractical. For the last two years I…
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…