My friend, Natalie, has a heart to save the lost. And lately, God has been laying Hollywood on her heart. So she has decided to start what she calls "Save Hollywood". It's very simple. Anyone that wants to be a part of it simply picks at least one actor or actress and commits to pray for their salvation daily.
If you want to be a part of this, please leave a comment including your name and the people you are committing to pray for. Thank you so much! I think that if we all commit to praying for the people in Hollywood everyday, that they might eventually come to Salvation! Our God can do mighty things!
To see a list of the people already being prayed for go to: http://sites.google.com/site/savehollywoodcorp/
Monday, March 9, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
A speech on Abortion by a 12 year old....... WOW!
Wow!!! This is amazing. This 12 year old girl entered a speech contest at her school in Canada. At first, she was disqualified because her topic was Abortion and because she mentioned the Creator. I guess her parents fought it, because she was allowed to enter..... and then she won! You go, Girl!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
This story was so cool!
This morning during our family devotions, we read a story in a book called "Fresh Power" by Jim Cymbala. It was so cool! I hope it touches you as much as it did me.
Back in 1921, a missionary couple named David and Svea Flood went with their two-year old son from Sweden to heart of Africa - to what was then called the Belgian Congo. They met up with another young Scandinavian couple, the Ericksons, and the four of them sought God for direction. In those days of much tenderness and devotion and sacrifice, they felt led of the Lord to set out from the main mission station and take the gospel to a remote area.
This was a huge step of faith. At the village of N'dolera they were rebuffed by the chief, who would not let them enter his town for fear of alienating the local gods. The two couples opted to go half a mile up the slope and build their own mud huts.
They prayed for a spiritual breakthrough, but there was none. The only contact with the villagers was a young boy who was allowed to sell them chickens and eggs twice a week. Svea Flood - a tiny woman only four feet, eight inches tall - decided that if this was the only African she could talk to, she would try to lead the boy to Jesus. And in fact, she succeeded.
But there were no other encouragements. Meanwhile, malaria continued to strike one member of the little band after another. In time the Ericksons decided they had had enough suffering and left to return to the central mission station. David and Svea Flood remained near N'dolera to go on alone.
Then, of all things, Svea found herself pregnant in the middle of the primitive wilderness. When the time came for her to give birth, the village chief softened enough to allow a midwife to help her. A little girl was born, whom they named Aina.
The delivery, however, was exhausting, and Svea Flood was already weak from bouts of malaria. The birth process was a heavy blow to her stamina. She lasted only another seventeen days.
Inside David Flood, something snapped in that moment. He dug a crude grave, buried his twenty-seven-year-old wife, and then took his children back down the mountain to the mission station. Giving his newborn daughter to the Ericksons, he snarled, "I'm going back to Sweden. I've lost my wife, and I obviously can't take care of this baby. God has ruined my life." With that, he headed for the port, rejecting not only his calling, but God himself.
Within eight months both the Ericksons were stricken with a mysterious malady and died within days of each other. The baby was then turned over to some American missionaries, who adjusted her Swedish name to "Aggie" and eventually brought her back to the United States at age three.
This family loved the little girl and were afraid that if they tried to return to Africa, some legal obstacle might separate her from them. So they decided to stay in their home country and switch from missionary work to pastoral ministry. And that is how Aggie grew up in South Dakota. As a young woman, she attended North Central Bible College in Minneapolis. There she met and married a young man named Dewey Hurst.
Years passed. The Hursts enjoyed a fruitful ministry. Aggie gave birth first to a daughter, then a son. In time her husband became president of a Christian college in the Seattle area, and Aggie was intrigued to find so much Scandinavian heritage there.
One day a Swedish religious magazine appeared in her mailbox. She had no idea who had sent it, and of course she couldn't read the words. But as she turned the pages, all of a sudden a photo stopped her cold. There in a primitive setting was a grave with a white cross - and on the cross were the words SVEA FLOOD.
Aggie jumped in her car and went straight for a college faculty member who, she knew, could translate the article. "What does this say?" she demanded.
The instructor summarized the story: It was about missionaries who had come to N'dolera long ago.... the birth of a white baby.... the death of the young mother.... the one little African boy who had been led to Christ.... and how, after the whites had all left, the boy had grown up and finally persuaded the chief to let him build a school in the village.
The article said that gradually he won all of his students to Christ... the children led their parents to Christ... even the chief had become a Christian. Today there were six hundred Christian believers in that one village....
All because of the sacrifice of David and Svea Flood.
For the Hurst's twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, the college presented them with the gift of a vacation to Sweden. There Aggie sought to find her real father. An old man now, David Flood had remarried, fathered four more children, and generally dissipated his life with alcohol. He had recently suffered a stroke. Still bitter, he had one rule in his family: "Never mention the name of God - because God took everything from me."
After an emotional reunion with her half brothers and half sister, Aggie brought up the subject of seeing her father. The others hesitated. "You can talk to him," they replied, "even though he's very ill now. But you need to know that whenever he hears the name of God, he flies into a rage."
Aggie was not to be deterred. She walked into the squalid apartment, with liquor bottles everywhere, and approached the seventy-three-year-old man lying in a rumpled bed.
"Papa?" she said tentatively.
He turned and began to cry. "Aina," he said. "I never meant to give you away."
It's all right, Papa," she replied, taking him gently in her arms. "God took care of me."
The man instantly stiffened. The tears stopped.
"God forgot all of us. Our lives have been like this because of him." He turned his face back to the wall.
Aggie stroked his face and then continued, undaunted.
"Papa, I've got a little story to tell you, and it's a true one. You didn't go to Africa in vain. Mama didn't die in vain. The little boy you won to the Lord grew up to win that whole village to Jesus Christ. The one seed you planted just kept growing and growing. Today there are six hundred African people serving the Lord because you were faithful to the call of God in your life....
"Papa, Jesus loves you. He has never hated you."
The old man turned back to look into his daughter's eyes. His body relaxed. He began to talk. And by the end of the afternoon, he had come back to the God he had resented for so many decades.
Over the next few days, father and daughter enjoyed warm moments together. Aggie and her husband soon had to return to America - and within a few weeks, David Flood had gone into eternity. A few years later, the Hursts were attending a high-level evangelism conference in London, England, when a report was given from the nation of Zaire (the former Belgian Congo). The superintendent of the national church, representing some 110,000 baptized believers, spoke eloquently of the gospel's spread in his nation. Aggie could not help going to ask him afterward if he had ever heard of David and Svea Flood.
"Yes, madam," the man replied in French, his words then being translated into English. "It was Svea Flood who led me to Jesus Christ. I was the boy who brought food to your parents before you were born. In fact, to this day your mother's grave and her memory are honored by all of us."
He embraced her in a long, sobbing hug. Then he continued, "You must come to Africa to see, because your mother is the most famous person in our history."
In time that is exactly what Aggie Hurst and her husband did. They were welcomed by cheering throngs of villagers. She even met the man who had been hired by her father many years before to carry her back down the mountain in a hammock-cradle.
The most dramatic moment, of course, was when the pastor escorted Aggie to see her mother's white cross for herself. She knelt in the soil to pray and give thanks. Later that day, in the church, the pastor read from John 12:24: "I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds." He then followed with Psalm 126:5: "Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy."
Back in 1921, a missionary couple named David and Svea Flood went with their two-year old son from Sweden to heart of Africa - to what was then called the Belgian Congo. They met up with another young Scandinavian couple, the Ericksons, and the four of them sought God for direction. In those days of much tenderness and devotion and sacrifice, they felt led of the Lord to set out from the main mission station and take the gospel to a remote area.
This was a huge step of faith. At the village of N'dolera they were rebuffed by the chief, who would not let them enter his town for fear of alienating the local gods. The two couples opted to go half a mile up the slope and build their own mud huts.
They prayed for a spiritual breakthrough, but there was none. The only contact with the villagers was a young boy who was allowed to sell them chickens and eggs twice a week. Svea Flood - a tiny woman only four feet, eight inches tall - decided that if this was the only African she could talk to, she would try to lead the boy to Jesus. And in fact, she succeeded.
But there were no other encouragements. Meanwhile, malaria continued to strike one member of the little band after another. In time the Ericksons decided they had had enough suffering and left to return to the central mission station. David and Svea Flood remained near N'dolera to go on alone.
Then, of all things, Svea found herself pregnant in the middle of the primitive wilderness. When the time came for her to give birth, the village chief softened enough to allow a midwife to help her. A little girl was born, whom they named Aina.
The delivery, however, was exhausting, and Svea Flood was already weak from bouts of malaria. The birth process was a heavy blow to her stamina. She lasted only another seventeen days.
Inside David Flood, something snapped in that moment. He dug a crude grave, buried his twenty-seven-year-old wife, and then took his children back down the mountain to the mission station. Giving his newborn daughter to the Ericksons, he snarled, "I'm going back to Sweden. I've lost my wife, and I obviously can't take care of this baby. God has ruined my life." With that, he headed for the port, rejecting not only his calling, but God himself.
Within eight months both the Ericksons were stricken with a mysterious malady and died within days of each other. The baby was then turned over to some American missionaries, who adjusted her Swedish name to "Aggie" and eventually brought her back to the United States at age three.
This family loved the little girl and were afraid that if they tried to return to Africa, some legal obstacle might separate her from them. So they decided to stay in their home country and switch from missionary work to pastoral ministry. And that is how Aggie grew up in South Dakota. As a young woman, she attended North Central Bible College in Minneapolis. There she met and married a young man named Dewey Hurst.
Years passed. The Hursts enjoyed a fruitful ministry. Aggie gave birth first to a daughter, then a son. In time her husband became president of a Christian college in the Seattle area, and Aggie was intrigued to find so much Scandinavian heritage there.
One day a Swedish religious magazine appeared in her mailbox. She had no idea who had sent it, and of course she couldn't read the words. But as she turned the pages, all of a sudden a photo stopped her cold. There in a primitive setting was a grave with a white cross - and on the cross were the words SVEA FLOOD.
Aggie jumped in her car and went straight for a college faculty member who, she knew, could translate the article. "What does this say?" she demanded.
The instructor summarized the story: It was about missionaries who had come to N'dolera long ago.... the birth of a white baby.... the death of the young mother.... the one little African boy who had been led to Christ.... and how, after the whites had all left, the boy had grown up and finally persuaded the chief to let him build a school in the village.
The article said that gradually he won all of his students to Christ... the children led their parents to Christ... even the chief had become a Christian. Today there were six hundred Christian believers in that one village....
All because of the sacrifice of David and Svea Flood.
For the Hurst's twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, the college presented them with the gift of a vacation to Sweden. There Aggie sought to find her real father. An old man now, David Flood had remarried, fathered four more children, and generally dissipated his life with alcohol. He had recently suffered a stroke. Still bitter, he had one rule in his family: "Never mention the name of God - because God took everything from me."
After an emotional reunion with her half brothers and half sister, Aggie brought up the subject of seeing her father. The others hesitated. "You can talk to him," they replied, "even though he's very ill now. But you need to know that whenever he hears the name of God, he flies into a rage."
Aggie was not to be deterred. She walked into the squalid apartment, with liquor bottles everywhere, and approached the seventy-three-year-old man lying in a rumpled bed.
"Papa?" she said tentatively.
He turned and began to cry. "Aina," he said. "I never meant to give you away."
It's all right, Papa," she replied, taking him gently in her arms. "God took care of me."
The man instantly stiffened. The tears stopped.
"God forgot all of us. Our lives have been like this because of him." He turned his face back to the wall.
Aggie stroked his face and then continued, undaunted.
"Papa, I've got a little story to tell you, and it's a true one. You didn't go to Africa in vain. Mama didn't die in vain. The little boy you won to the Lord grew up to win that whole village to Jesus Christ. The one seed you planted just kept growing and growing. Today there are six hundred African people serving the Lord because you were faithful to the call of God in your life....
"Papa, Jesus loves you. He has never hated you."
The old man turned back to look into his daughter's eyes. His body relaxed. He began to talk. And by the end of the afternoon, he had come back to the God he had resented for so many decades.
Over the next few days, father and daughter enjoyed warm moments together. Aggie and her husband soon had to return to America - and within a few weeks, David Flood had gone into eternity. A few years later, the Hursts were attending a high-level evangelism conference in London, England, when a report was given from the nation of Zaire (the former Belgian Congo). The superintendent of the national church, representing some 110,000 baptized believers, spoke eloquently of the gospel's spread in his nation. Aggie could not help going to ask him afterward if he had ever heard of David and Svea Flood.
"Yes, madam," the man replied in French, his words then being translated into English. "It was Svea Flood who led me to Jesus Christ. I was the boy who brought food to your parents before you were born. In fact, to this day your mother's grave and her memory are honored by all of us."
He embraced her in a long, sobbing hug. Then he continued, "You must come to Africa to see, because your mother is the most famous person in our history."
In time that is exactly what Aggie Hurst and her husband did. They were welcomed by cheering throngs of villagers. She even met the man who had been hired by her father many years before to carry her back down the mountain in a hammock-cradle.
The most dramatic moment, of course, was when the pastor escorted Aggie to see her mother's white cross for herself. She knelt in the soil to pray and give thanks. Later that day, in the church, the pastor read from John 12:24: "I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds." He then followed with Psalm 126:5: "Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy."
Friday, January 2, 2009
Our Family Christmas
Just wanted to share some pictures from our Christmas. This is my family on Christmas Eve.
This is what our stockings looked like on Christmas morning.
This is what our stockings looked like on Christmas morning.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Witnessing at the Christmas Lighting in Prescott
We had an awesome time witnessing today. We went to the Prescott Christmas parade and Courthouse lighting. In all, we had a team of about 26 people. In this picture we are missing some of our group, but it was the only group picture we got.
With us, were two families that live in RV's and travel around the country evangelizing( you can visit their website at www.agentsforchrist.org ), and some other people that came to our past crash courses. First we went to the parade and handed out lots of tracts and did some one- 2- ones.
This is an 82 year old lady named Josephine that my dad talked to. She wasn't open to the gospel.
Here are some other people that Dad talked to.
At one point, the little girl on the far left in the picture below was missing, and her family was distraught. We prayed for her and she was found within a matter of 15 minutes.
After the parade, we went and had lunch, and then most of the people went home. My family and Natalie (the daughter of one of the traveling evangelism families) stayed behind and went to the Courthouse lighting. We arrived a bit late, but it worked out perfectly, because we were able to tract the whole crowd that was leaving. Natalie and I were able to hand out a lot of tracts in a pretty short amount of time.
We had so much fun, and were so blessed to be able to serve our King!
Kiah B
With us, were two families that live in RV's and travel around the country evangelizing( you can visit their website at www.agentsforchrist.org ), and some other people that came to our past crash courses. First we went to the parade and handed out lots of tracts and did some one- 2- ones.
This is an 82 year old lady named Josephine that my dad talked to. She wasn't open to the gospel.
Here are some other people that Dad talked to.
At one point, the little girl on the far left in the picture below was missing, and her family was distraught. We prayed for her and she was found within a matter of 15 minutes.
After the parade, we went and had lunch, and then most of the people went home. My family and Natalie (the daughter of one of the traveling evangelism families) stayed behind and went to the Courthouse lighting. We arrived a bit late, but it worked out perfectly, because we were able to tract the whole crowd that was leaving. Natalie and I were able to hand out a lot of tracts in a pretty short amount of time.
We had so much fun, and were so blessed to be able to serve our King!
Kiah B
Thursday, November 13, 2008
God is so beautiful!
Do you ever have one of those days where you just notice the beauty of nature a lot more than usual? One of those days where the sky looks extra pretty, the sunset looks especially spectacular, and the full moon looks absolutely gorgeous. Yesterday was one of those days for me. Everything was just beautiful. But I know that as beautiful as God's creation is, God has to be more beautiful. Can you imagine it? Just think of one of the most beautiful places on earth. Whether you like the beach with the clear blue ocean, or the rolling green hills with all the grazing sheep, or the majestic snow capped mountains, it's all so beautiful. And yet God is so much more! I just can't wait to see him face to face! Can you?
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
John McCain Rally in Prescott, AZ
Last night we went once again to the Prescott Court House, but this time we knew something big was going on. John McCain was scheduled to be there at Midnight, and some really famous singer was supposed to be there.
When we got there at about 6:00 there weren't very many people there, but they came very quickly. Before long there were thousands of people line waiting to get into the square. We were able to get out a lot of tracts and my Dad even got some interviews (He was interviewing people on God and country). We only stayed until about 9:00 because we didn't really care to be there when everything got SUPER crazy. But we had a wonderful time serving the Lord. It was so awesome! I'm so thankful that God gave us such a great opportunity to share the gospel with others. To God be all the glory!
Kiah Borman
When we got there at about 6:00 there weren't very many people there, but they came very quickly. Before long there were thousands of people line waiting to get into the square. We were able to get out a lot of tracts and my Dad even got some interviews (He was interviewing people on God and country). We only stayed until about 9:00 because we didn't really care to be there when everything got SUPER crazy. But we had a wonderful time serving the Lord. It was so awesome! I'm so thankful that God gave us such a great opportunity to share the gospel with others. To God be all the glory!
Kiah Borman
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Two Exciting Evangelism Excursions in 24 hrs!!
The first of these was yesterday on Halloween. We went and set up a table on the street side at about 4:00. The unsuspecting kids and their parents walked up and were ready to get their candy. But that wasn't all that they got. When they first walked up, Dad or Mom would tell them that they had to get the trick (the curved illusion tract) before they could get their treat.
After that, we would give them a choice of small candy, or big candy if they took a test. Most of them chose the test and then Mom or Dad would go through the law and the gospel with them. Towards the end we started just giving them a million dollar bill and a candy bar, but Mom and Dad had a lot of pretty good conversations. Also, we got out almost 400 tracts, which is pretty good considering we live in a town of only 4000.
Our second evangelism excursion was this morning when we went to the Prescott Courthouse. When we first arrived, there were a lot of people. Apparently, today was the Celebration of the Dead, which is a Mexican holiday. There was a Mexican band playing in the square and there was a crowd of at least one hundred people. We had no idea that there was even anything going on in the square that day and we were so excited. So we prayed, and when we finished, the band was picking up their equipment, and everyone was leaving. If we had known they were going to leave so soon, we would have tracted the whole crowd before we prayed, but we didn't. We were kinda disappointed, but we stayed in the square and just talked to the people that hadn't left. We had some good conversations, including one drunk guy who started weeping when Dad presented him with the law, a man that was running for County Supervisor and was completely wacked out in his beliefs, a 13 year old who seemed really convicted, and several people who claimed to be Christians. Overall, it was a really great witnessing time.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Fishing at the Arizona State Fair!!!
Yesterday me, my Dad, Mom, Isaac, and my cousin Mariah went to the AZ State Fair. And as usual, we took lots and lots of tracts. We had a really awesome time just handing out tracts and talking to people.
This is Ron the Atheist. My dad talked to him for about 20 minutes. About 30 minutes later we ran into him again, and dad talked to him again!
When we went to Mill Avenue last week, it seemed like the people wouldn't really take the tracts. But not so at the fair! The people were really excited about getting tracts and we even had people coming up to us and asking for more!!
At one point we went on the Sky Ride (it is like a ski lift) and we dropped Million Dollar Bills so that they were falling from the sky. It was so fun to watch the people pick them up and even a couple of people running after them! This was us when we first got on the Sky Ride to drop tracts from the sky:
This is Ron the Atheist. My dad talked to him for about 20 minutes. About 30 minutes later we ran into him again, and dad talked to him again!
When we went to Mill Avenue last week, it seemed like the people wouldn't really take the tracts. But not so at the fair! The people were really excited about getting tracts and we even had people coming up to us and asking for more!!
At one point we went on the Sky Ride (it is like a ski lift) and we dropped Million Dollar Bills so that they were falling from the sky. It was so fun to watch the people pick them up and even a couple of people running after them! This was us when we first got on the Sky Ride to drop tracts from the sky:
We had so much fun that we decided to do it again. But this time, when we were getting on the ride, the guy running it said, "I don't think you guys should drop those anymore." His name was Jason. My dad had already talked to him, and he claimed to be a christian. This picture of Jason was taken before he told us to stop dropping MBD's from the Sky Ride:
My dad and mom had conversations with about five other people, none of which were repentant or anything like that, but it was still really awesome. We had a great time, and I can't wait for next year's State Fair!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The Crash Course and Mill Avenue
Last Saturday was our Crash Course at our church. I realize that my dad and my brother have already posted on their own blogs about Saturday, but I still want to post on my own. So it went really good. The Crash Course was great, and I made it all the way through even though I was really hungry by the end!!! :) So afterwards there were nineteen of us, not including the leaders that came from Phoenix to help my dad, that went to Mill Ave. Thankfully, we had no problems on the way down and made it there safely. When we got there we split up into groups of three or four and started walking around. I was with my Dad, my Mom, and my brother, Isaac. We started handing out tracts as soon as we got there, but the people just didn't want them. We had very few people who take them. Even the MBD's were not grabbing their attention. We found that most of them had already gotten one. Anyway, the first person my Dad talked to was a street kid named Ghost. Dad talked to him for probably forty-five minutes and didn't really get anywhere. He said that he hung around Mill Ave. a lot and I think some other people had already talked to him in past weeks. He was really smart and knew the Bible better than most professing Christians do.
Then we talked to a black lady named Deedra, and her male friend Lexis. Deedra said she was a Christian, but said that Lexis was the one that we should be talking to. So Dad talked to Lexis and found that he had been raised in a Christian home, but was not walking with the Lord. Dad gave him the Law and he seemed convicted. Then Dad gave him the Gospel and finally ended up saying, "Lexis, is there anything that is stopping you from getting right with God?" And Lexis said, "No." So Dad encouraged him to read his Bible and told him to get right with God before he went to bed that night. Dad also gave him his phone number, but as far as I know Lexis hasn't called.
So we had a couple of good experiences, but the most encouraging event of the night happened to my mom's friend Donna. Her leader was named Dave. I guess what happened was this: Donna and her husband Joe were talking to some people and Dave kinda strayed away from their group and was talking to another guy. When Dave finished, he came up to Donna and Joe and said, "That guys seemed really convicted." So they started walking along when that same guy came running up behind them, calling Dave's name. When he caught up with them he said, "Dave, what do I do to repent?" Isn't that awesome??!!! So Dave and Donna and Joe prayed for him and then he prayed himself. Dave told us later that his prayer was really contrite and repentant. Isn't that awesome???!!! It just makes me want to get out and witness more!!
Then we talked to a black lady named Deedra, and her male friend Lexis. Deedra said she was a Christian, but said that Lexis was the one that we should be talking to. So Dad talked to Lexis and found that he had been raised in a Christian home, but was not walking with the Lord. Dad gave him the Law and he seemed convicted. Then Dad gave him the Gospel and finally ended up saying, "Lexis, is there anything that is stopping you from getting right with God?" And Lexis said, "No." So Dad encouraged him to read his Bible and told him to get right with God before he went to bed that night. Dad also gave him his phone number, but as far as I know Lexis hasn't called.
So we had a couple of good experiences, but the most encouraging event of the night happened to my mom's friend Donna. Her leader was named Dave. I guess what happened was this: Donna and her husband Joe were talking to some people and Dave kinda strayed away from their group and was talking to another guy. When Dave finished, he came up to Donna and Joe and said, "That guys seemed really convicted." So they started walking along when that same guy came running up behind them, calling Dave's name. When he caught up with them he said, "Dave, what do I do to repent?" Isn't that awesome??!!! So Dave and Donna and Joe prayed for him and then he prayed himself. Dave told us later that his prayer was really contrite and repentant. Isn't that awesome???!!! It just makes me want to get out and witness more!!
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