The Missionary

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David Eller is an American missionary in Venezuela, married to missionary nurse, Christie. Together they rescue homeless children in Caracas. But for David, that isn't enough. The supply of homeless children is endless because of massive poverty and the oppressive policies of the Venezuelan government, led by the Hugo Chavez-like Armando Guzman. In a moment of anger, David publicly rails against the government, unaware that someone dangerous might be listening--a revolutionary looking for recruits. David falls ...
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Overview


David Eller is an American missionary in Venezuela, married to missionary nurse, Christie. Together they rescue homeless children in Caracas. But for David, that isn't enough. The supply of homeless children is endless because of massive poverty and the oppressive policies of the Venezuelan government, led by the Hugo Chavez-like Armando Guzman. In a moment of anger, David publicly rails against the government, unaware that someone dangerous might be listening--a revolutionary looking for recruits. David falls into an unimaginable nightmare of espionage, ending in a desperate, life-or-death gamble to flee the country with his wife and son, with all the resources of a corrupt dictatorship at their heels.
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American missionaries David and Christie Eller work to help homeless children in Venezuela. But his intemperate remarks against the oppressive government are overheard by a revolutionary looking for recruits, and David becomes embroiled in a dangerous espionage plot. This is Carmichael's first novel, while Lambert is the author of young adult books.


—Tamara Butler
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780802455697
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 3/28/2009
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author


WILLIAM CARMICHAEL, co-author of The Missionary, is an accomplished bestselling author of marriage, family, and parenting books. He and his wife, Nancie, are popular speakers across the United States and Canada and together have written several books, including Habits of a Healthy Home and Desperate for God. Bill is also the founder of Good Family Magazines, which published Virtue, Christian Parenting Today, and Parents of Teenagers magazines. Bill and Nancie have five children and seven grandchildren and reside in the Cascade Mountains of Oregon.

DAVID LAMBERT (M.F.A., University of Montana) is senior fiction editor at Howard Books and also sits on the Editorial Board of Jerry Jenkins's Christian Writers Guild. Previously he spent 18 years as an acquiring editor at Zondervan. Dave is the author of ten published books, including The Missionary, co-authored with William Carmichael, and the Gold Medallion Award winning Jumper Fables, co-authored with Ken Davis. His short fiction has been published in periodicals as diverse as TQ, The Chariton Review, Sand, Virtue, Moody Magazine, Guideposts for Kids, and Story. David resides in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

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THE MISSIONARY

A NOVEL


By William Carmichael David Lambert
Moody Publishers
Copyright © 2009

William Carmichael and David Lambert
All right reserved.



ISBN: 978-0-8024-5569-7



Chapter One The tall man guided his new Mercedes out of Avenue Casanova traffic and pulled in behind a battered Volkswagen at the gutter; he had just seen the Ford van several cars ahead of him pull over, its emergency flashers on. He leaned to the side, straining for a clear view around the cars and trucks honking, jockeying for position, crowding the avenue. It was late-10:34, he affirmed with a glance at his Rolex-and the glare of so many lights on the rainwashed streets made him squint. He watched the van's driver get out, wait for a break in the traffic, and then jog across the street toward some sort of commotion. There were children running-one was on the ground, a boy. A heavyset man in a dirty white apron was yelling at the fallen boy, kicking him, and the boy curled into a ball. A girl threw herself between the fallen boy and the man; the man pushed her down. The van's driver arrived and held up a hand, yelling at the man in the apron, who yelled back.

There was nothing unusual about the scene. It was played out scores of times on this and many other Caracas streets every night: hungry, homeless children scrabbling for a living, treated as nothing more than human refuse by the adults annoyed by them or who sought them for other purposes. One needed no more excuse to kick-or exploit, in any of dozens of unsavory ways-a street urchin than one did a stray dog.

The tall man had seen the driver of the van, a missionary, make several such stops over the past few days, usually at night, chatting with groups of these children, teasing them, making them laugh, talking to them as long as the children were willing to stay. Twice the tall man had managed to get close enough to overhear the missionary asking kids where they lived, whether they had enough to eat, whether any of them were sick or knew other children who were sick, whether there were other homeless children nearby.

The name on the side of the van was Aldea Esperanza. Hope Village. The tall man knew exactly where it was; he had driven past it, slowly. It was a mission-a place that took in young homeless ones.

The missionary stepped between the angry man and the two children on the ground. The girl was talking to the fallen boy. She looked worried. The man in the apron pushed past the missionary and grabbed something from the young girl's hand, then brandished it at the missionary -evidence, no doubt, that the children had stolen from him. The missionary pointed toward the children, spoke to the man, and then reached into his pocket and offered to pay for what the children had stolen. The man grabbed it and stalked away, still yelling back over his shoulder.

Three or four other children wandered back as the aproned man disappeared. If any of these children had a home with a bed, they would undoubtedly have been in it by this time of night.

A group of young men walked by, their clothes and voices loud, two of them taking swigs from their bottles of beer. The avenue was crowded with those seeking thrills, as well as the homeless. From across the street, a prostitute caught the tall man's eye and waved. He ignored her. Peering around a passing truck, he watched as the missionary knelt and placed his hand on the forehead of the young boy.

This was a good thing that the missionary was doing. The tall man admired him for it. Yes, it was time to meet him face-to-face. Maybe he was the right man for the job. Maybe not.

* * *

The rain had stopped, at least for now.

"¿Hay algun familiar de este chico?" David asked. He removed his hand from the child's forehead. The boy was burning with fever, gasping desperately; his chest rattled.

"Si."

David glanced up at the girl who had tried to protect the boy; she could not have been more than ten.

"He is my little brother. He started coughing five days ago," she said. "And after he runs, he cannot breathe."

"What's his name?"

"Ricardo. My name is Angela."

David smiled and touched her arm. "Angela, where are your parents?"

Angela shrugged. David saw this response often. It meant that the girl's parents were drug addicts, or that they were dead, or that she had no idea where they were and probably hadn't seen them in some time.

He brushed Ricardo's lank hair from his forehead. For five years now David had patrolled the barrios of Caracas, witnessing the misery of an endless supply of impoverished and sickly and homeless children. Was there no end to the suffering here?

Swarms of Latinos hurried by in the warm, humid night, seemingly unaware. Salsa music blared from one of the bars down the street. Honking cars, trucks, and buses jammed Avenue Casanova. The stink of urine rose from the gutter, a bitter note blending with the fragrance of fresh arepas, frying chilies, refried beans, and beer. "Vámanos, arriba!" someone yelled from down the street.

Ricardo stared at David with sunken, panicked eyes, his back rising off the broken sidewalk in his effort to pull air into his lungs.

"How old is your brother?" David asked Angela.

"Siete."

There was no point calling an ambulance. They refused to pick up the homeless. David pulled out his cell and called his wife. "Christie, call Dr. Vargas and see if he can meet us at the clinic in forty-five minutes. Tell him I have a seven-year-old boy I think is in the acute stages of pneumonia. He can barely breathe."

There was a pause. "Is he wheezing?" she asked.

"Big-time."

"Okay. Get him here quick."

When David clicked off his phone and reached behind the boy to lift him, large olive-skinned hands reached down to help. David looked up to see a tall, well-dressed man.

"Can I please help you?" The stranger spoke in English. "We can put him in my car just down the street if you need transportation to the hospital."

"Thank you," David said, "but my van's right here." He nodded toward the white nine-passenger Ford van he used as both bus and ambulance. It was double-parked, emergency flashers blinking, Aldea Esperanza painted in bright red letters on the side. "I'm taking this child to my clinic."

Before David could object, the tall man lifted Ricardo's thin little body into his arms and headed for the van. David grabbed Angela's hand and, weaving through honking, halting traffic, hurried ahead to open the back doors. Inside lay a mattress neatly wrapped with clean white sheets. The man gently laid Ricardo on the mattress.

David motioned for Angela to climb into the back of the van with Ricardo. She hesitated. "What about my friends? Two of them are also coughing."

David looked back across the street, where seven children stood watching. He glanced at the well-dressed man, who shrugged.

"We don't have room," David said. "I'm sorry. Right now, I can only take your brother and you. And for your brother's sake, we must hurry."

"Then take Maria instead of me. She has been coughing for three days," Angela replied.

David looked at the stranger, then across the street again. "Jesus, help ..." he whispered, then asked, "Which one is Maria?"

Angela yelled, "Maria, ven!" motioning Maria forward.

A girl David guessed to be about the same age as Angela wove her way through traffic toward them. Without asking, Angela quickly shoved Maria up into the back of the van next to her brother.

Always choices, David thought, and most of them are bad. How can it be the will of God to simply choose among the least bad alternatives?

He put his hand on Angela's shoulder, urging her into the van with Ricardo and Maria. As she scrambled in, she smiled. Already a skilled negotiator, David thought.

David shook the stranger's hand and hurried to the driver's door. "Thank you for your help." He grabbed a business card from the dash and handed it to the man, then cranked the engine and slammed the door. "Why don't you visit us?" he hollered through the window, over the engine noise.

"I would like to. Perhaps soon."

David waved over his shoulder and inched out into traffic, his headlights reflecting on slick, wet streets. Ricardo hacked a loud, racking cough.

David took a sharp right, leaving the business district and entering a darker, less congested area, a faster way home. Big raindrops began again, slowly at first, then pounding hard and fast against the windshield while the wipers beat like rapid rubber drumsticks. And there was another sound. At first David thought that the windshield wipers were broken-the motor giving out, wheezing ... and then he realized that the sound was coming from the back of the van. It stopped. David glanced in the rearview mirror. The boy's sister hovered over Ricardo. "Angela, how's your brother back there?" David asked. "Everything okay?"

Angela's little face tilted up, her eyes frightened. "Señor!" she said. "He cannot breathe! He is choking!"

Chapter Two On a remote beach several miles south of La Guaira, they slipped ashore an hour before midnight, undetected except by the small pod of dolphins that followed their ten-foot inflatable to within a hundred yards of the beach. Their GPS took them within fifteen feet of the location they'd targeted. They pulled their craft onto the beach and crouched next to it for a few minutes, listening, watching shadows. Then the leader of the four men gestured, and the man to his left ran in a crouch across the deserted beach to the rocky slope behind it. In the light from his tiny waterproof flashlight, he found the package exactly where they'd been told it would be. He signaled with his flashlight to the men waiting by the inflatable, who pulled the craft the rest of the way across the beach into the shadows.

The leader of the four Israeli mercenaries took the package, wrapped in plastic to protect it from the rain, and carefully opened it. Code-named Hawkeye, he was not a big man by Western standards. At 5'10" and 180 pounds, he wouldn't have looked out of place dressed in casual clothes and walking down the streets of any city in the Western hemisphere. He'd just turned forty-one. His skin was a sun-darkened bronze. He had black, short-cropped hair. There was a small scar on his right cheek, just under his eye, from a knife wound. It had damaged a facial nerve, which made his right eye twitch when things got tense. With the body of a decathlete and a razor-sharp mind, he had excelled in every aspect of his training. Never impatient, never overconfident, and always alert to his surroundings, Hawkeye was, in all aspects, a killing machine.

The package, as he had expected, contained fake IDs, room keys, and directions to the resort hotel where they would stay, along with the equivalent in Venezuelan cash of twenty-five thousand U.S. dollars and the key to a waiting vehicle.

No stranger to this kind of work, Hawkeye hired out all over the world. Although earlier he'd done it for love of country, now he did it for money. Big money. His last assignment had been for the CIA in Uganda, Africa, secretly exterminating the thugs who were terrorizing the country.

"Drop!" came a nearly inaudible voice, and all four men dropped, disappearing into the shadows. Each immediately saw why the command had been given: wandering down the beach from the north came a solitary figure. A man. He seemed in no hurry. There was something in his hand. If it was a weapon, he was a dead man. Hawkeye flipped down his night-vision goggles, then shook his head. It was a bottle. The man was walking slowly because he walked clumsily, unsteadily. Just a drunk.

But the drunk nearly stumbled in the slight rut made by the inflatable where the mercenaries had pulled it across the beach. When he regained his balance, he gazed down, then turned to follow the furrow with his eyes down to the waves -and turned again, craning his neck forward as if to try to follow the furrow up the beach in the pale light.

Hawkeye felt the man on his right tense, and he put out his hand and touched him. Not yet.

A long moment passed. No one moved. Then the drunk lifted his bottle, tilted it straight up as if draining it, tossed it away into the waves, and continued down the beach.

The four commandos remained motionless until he was out of sight, another minute for good measure, and then at Hawkeye's signal began gathering their equipment. One opened the valves on the inflatable and sat on it to speed its deflation. Another used a branch to obliterate the trail their boat had left across the sand.

They bedded down across the highway, hidden among palm trees and tall grasses, relieving each other on watch every two hours.

(Continues...)




Excerpted from THE MISSIONARY by William Carmichael David Lambert Copyright © 2009 by William Carmichael and David Lambert. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Posted November 4, 2009

    I wish I could give it 6 stars.

    David is a frustrated missionary. No matter how hard he works, there's always more homeless poverty striken orphans he can't reach. He wants to do more, but how can he with the repressive dictator he blames for Venezula's misery in control. If only something could be done?

    This is the mindset of David when he is approached by a man who claims ties to the CIA and says he plans a peaceful coup. All David has to do is make a few deliveries. David knows he's putting the mission, his family, and his life at risk if he agrees, but this is his chance to do something important. But then everything goes wrong.

    I can relate to David's stupid decisions. Many times as Chritians, we don't feel like what were doing is making any difference. Sometimes it's easier to do something "big" to change things. This is not your typical missionary story with the protaganist who meekly serves. This man has the faults and temptations we all do, and sometimes he screws up big time while trying to help God out.

    I literally could not put this novel down. From the moment I started reading it, I was hooked. I had to see what happened next. I couldn't put it down. If I could give this novel 6 stars, I would. It's that good.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 25, 2009

    Fantastic!

    Fast-paced and gripping, this is one action-packed adventure full of unexpected twists and turns that will keep you reading well into the night. Strong, believable characters give a fascinating look at the world of international espionage, drug cartels and frighteningly hostile dictatorships. Highly recommend!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2009

    not my usual read

    i was asked to read this book by a friend. not my usual reading. i found the beginning a bit slow, but interesting enough to keep reading, then the story just took off! a real page turner! i had to know -what would David do next...smart choice, bad one. definitely not your usual christian reading material. very thought provoking...
    if you're looking for something a bit different this is it! i highly recommend it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 22, 2010

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    Loved Every Thing About It

    What an amazing book!! It's fast paced and has loads of surprises. The characters are believable and the story gets better and better with every twist. This book has it all: missionaries, drug cartels, dictatorships, faith, family and more.

    If you like thriller/suspense, you'll love this book. I hope there is a book 2!

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  • Posted September 8, 2009

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    Riverting Thriller

    The Missionary novel-a riveting thriller-opens with a man fighting to save children trapped in the slums of Caracas, Venezuela. Good intentions go awry, however, as missionary David Eller struggles with an explosive decision that may change lives forever. Is this of God? Others are watching from the shadows to see which path Eller chooses. At stake is the survival of family, friends, and the children he desperately hopes to save. He must make the right choice.

    Writers David Lambert and William Carmichael take readers on a ride that never seems to end. This tightly written, expertly-crafted novel of espionage and intrigue forces The Missionary to fight for his life as he strives to protect those he loves. Can a caring God stand by while innocent children suffer? Can one man's choice to save these children be wrong? Only time and circumstances will tell.

    Like in the spy trade, this novel is a sleeper coming at you from directions one never expects. Eller becomes trapped in a nightmare that may mark the end. Who can he trust? Where can he turn? As he races from one scene to the next, he ponders if God will ever make Himself known? Spies, assassins, and greed are the staples that make this novel twist and turn. This thought-provoking novel will not disappoint.

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  • Posted July 20, 2009

    Heart-stopping thriller about one man caught up in frightening foreign chaos

    The Missionary by William Carmichael & David Lambert is a pulse-pounding thriller about how an innocent man's actions can shake an entire nation. David Eller loves his job as a missionary at the Hope Village in Caracas, Venezuela working alongside his wife Christie and their young son Davy. But he's angered by the children who are devastated by poverty and neglect on the city's streets, and he doesn't always keep his comments quiet in a country run by a megalomaniacal dictator. His political views bring him to the attention of a man who asks David to do just a couple of small, simple tasks, but when the country suddenly faces an attempted coup and David can't contact the mystery man, he and his family are on a race to save their lives. The authors really keep the pages turning through shady alliances and non-stop action. The reader wants to shake David repeatedly as he acts without thinking, but it's an integral part of the character and a vital plot element. My only complaint is with the character of Davy. Early in the story, he is described as having ADHD; David even calls him a hummingbird on steroids, but never once in the story do we see Davy showing any symptoms of ADHD. Not through running for his life, capture for the government, and other traumas does he display any of those characteristics. If the writers had left out that description at the beginning, Davy would be portrayed well. If they had thrown in a few scenes of him acting out to his mother's terror, it would have been powerfully moving, but as it is, that part just doesn't work. Davy is, however, only a minor character, so this small flaw does not detract from the thrilling action.

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  • Posted March 28, 2009

    The new page turner!

    I have read other books by Carmichael that were very good but I didn't expect his first novel to be GREAT and on the level of a Grisham!

    The suspense, intrigue and down-to-earth human nature made it very real, believable, exciting and incredibly engaging! I found myself giving up favorite TV programs and other things I enjoy just to read! Which, by the way, is very unusual for me!

    Unless I miss my guess this will definitely be a best seller! Makes me wonder how many other great novels Carmichael has tucked away in his imagination.

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  • Posted March 28, 2009

    Great read!

    Nice to read a book with intrigue and suspence that leaves out the gory details. Makes you wonder about our government's actual involvement in other countries. I look forward to book #2 that could continue the storeyline!

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  • Posted March 26, 2009

    A Heart-Pounding and Soul-Stirring Read

    This is probably one of the best novels I've read in a while. The missionary is soul-stirring, heart-pounding journey thru the messy mix of mission work, espionage, and third-world politics.

    David Eller is a flawed missionary whose tireless work in Venezuela has him itching to do more to bring justice to the country's poor. His impulsive actions lead him into more trouble than he bargained for, jeaopardizing his marriage and his mission.

    Will Carmichael and David Lambert really deliver with tight writing, believable plot lines, complex characters, and nonstop drama. They take you inside the sad and sorid world of Venezuela's politics and policies, bleeding out a concern for the forgotten poor in a troubled part of the world.

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  • Posted March 15, 2009

    Tension on every page!

    This novel is a must for men and women alike. The authors tug on the hearts of women and weave in fantastic action for men! At the same time you'll see God behind the scenes working...and working. If your idea of missionary ministry is a safe arena in which to share Christianity, think again!

    Can't wait for the next book!

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  • Posted March 9, 2009

    Get ready for a page turner

    Although I'm not typically a suspense-thriller kind of girl, I have to say that I absolutely LOVED this book. It seriously had me hiding in the bathroom from my kids so that I could read on to the next chapter. The characters are intriguing and I longed to hear more about the beautiful setting in Venezuela. I would HIGHLY recommend this book even if, like me, you have little time for reading. Excellent!

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  • Posted February 16, 2009

    Solid

    I received this book from a friend that told me it wasn't a typical retread of boxed up Christianity living outside the world. It was, to be sure, a great read. I identified with the lead character's thoughts, struggles and short-comings. It's nice to read a book by a Christian author that combines faith, good intentions with less than perfect decision making. I think we can all relate. Besides that, it was suspenseful, face-paced and unpredictable.

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  • Posted February 10, 2009

    Edge of the Seat Suspense

    While the title, The Missionary, might lead you to believe this is a sweet story about a crusade for the poor in Venezuela, it is anything but that. This is action packed suspense that builds in intensity until you find yourself unable to put it down. Lambert and Carmichael have taken an ordinary man who feels a call to the mission field, set him down in a poor section of Caracas and then offered him a way to make life better for those he serves. Unfortunately it involves him in a nightmare of life and death decisions and bad choices that threaten to destroy him, his family, and his friends. Don¿t miss this great read. Just be sure you have a block of time to devote to it. It¿s a page turner to the end.

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  • Posted January 6, 2009

    "The Missionary" is captivating with vivid imagery, a good mystery novel.

    This book is well worth the read mixing espionage with faith and governmental corruption with altruism. Definitely holds the interest of the reader through to the very end.

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