I'm Dreaming Of A Wet Christmas...

We were having a blast on Christmas when it started raining...and in the rainy season, sometimes it really rains. This was a rain that flooded the city...several inches in less than an hour.

The water came in our back window wall. We had to grab buckets and start trying to bail it out. Everyone had a great attitude, even in the massive cleanup afterwards and the few presents that got wet.

Christmas Presents

Check out this home video...

You should always look both ways...

Jacob had his camera on when I made this little boo boo. Learn from me. :)

Holman Nativity

Mary gave birth to her son, and they laid Him in a manger.

There were shepherds watching their sheep, and an Angel of the Lord told them that Jesus had been born and they would find Him wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.

Wise men from the East searched for the young child, and when they found Him they worshipped Him.

The living nativity of the Holmans.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

GREAT Story

Many times, as I preach, I hear the Holy Spirit talking TO me instead of THROUGH me. I guess it is an occupational hazard/blessing of being a pastor.

It happened again. Only this time, to another preacher. The kids have started holding church service in our house. I mean, full fledge CCCCHHHUURRRCCCCHHH. They set ups the chairs, make bulletins, select songs, and have a sermon. Everyone in the family has to go, and they take turns running the service.

Yesterday, Joy was in charge.

The order of service was like this.

1. Pass out bulletins and crayons for the kids
2. Have two congregational songs...Rejoice in the Lord and Trading My Sorrows.
3. Five minute break for refreshments and meet someone you don't know.
4. Special song by Joy that she wrote about loving God.
5. Sermon by Joy. The sermon was about how great God is and how wonderful it is that He died for us.

About an hour later, Joy walked up to me and said, "Dad, where is mom?" I said that she was nursing the baby. Joy said, "Oh, well...I guess I can tell you. I really want to be a Christian. I really love God...He is the best, and I really hate the devil."

I could tell this was God working, so I took her upstairs and got her mother. We chatted with Joy for about 10 minutes to make sure that she fully comprehended what was going on. Then asked her to pray. She prayed two prayers....I wish I could quote them, but they were something like this.

First Prayer. "God, will you forgive me for, like all my sinning. I mean, even when I hurt people, and even when I do things or don't do things, or even when I don't want to do some things that I do anyway. Jesus died for me."

Second Prayer: "Jesus, will you come into my heart...my head...even my wwwwhhhooolllleee body? Will you help me love you? And, there are lots of times when I want to do good stuff, but I have to have you helping me to do it. Will you live in me? I love you more than anyone or anything. Your the best."

Pretty good theology in both those prayers!

So, last night, on the birthday of Denise's mom, Joy was convicted by her own preaching and gave her life to Jesus Christ!

HALLELUJAH!!!!