I was raised in Southern California and attended a Lutheran church with my parents. I was baptized and later went thru confirmation class. I knew of Jesus Christ but never committed my heart and soul to Him. In the year of 1996 I was finishing up a season of fighting fire for the USFS as a smokejumper in Missoula, Montana. Our crew had a end of the year smokejumper party were I ended up driving home drunk. I slammed my truck into two guard rails and limped the vehicle to the turnout. There was a police officer in the turnout were he arrested me for a DUI. The police officer took me to jail, booked me then later on he took me to the smokejumper barracks. He asked a fellow smokejumper if he would be responsible for me. He said yes. That jumper’s name was Joe and he asked me if I was born again and I told him to get lost. I left to go back to California but came back the next spring to work again in Montana. I saw Joe in his room reading his Bible and asked him if I could go to church with him. I went to church with him and heard Pastor John Haveman preach. I left upset at the pastor but came back to hear him and ask questions. By the end of that service, I had asked Jesus Christ to save my soul from hell. It wasn’t long after that, that I received my call to preach at a Dillion camp meeting. The pastor brought in men like Tim Green, Dennis Coral, David Gibbs Jr., Harry Nix and Doug Fischer. It was while Doug Fischer was preaching that he gave an invitation to commit your life to Christ. And so it was there that I put my all on the altar and told the Lord that I’ll preach wherever he wants me. My heart was for the mission field but the Lord’s timing was different than mine. I would have to wait on his timing. So, I started a bus route with the approval of pastor Haveman. I went out soul winning and did public ministry in our church. Throughout the 12 years of service at Open Door Baptist Church I helped clean the church, I ran the junior church ministry, I was the youth leader, I preached in the nursing home and the jail. I also helped out in a RUI ministry. I filled the pulpit on Thursdays and Sunday nights from time to time. I lead a funeral service for a co-worker at Home Depot. I lead a wedding service for my best friend. I was involved in every fair booth with Amazing Grace missions and saw young and old come to a saving knowledge of the Lord. I finished ODBC Bible Institute with a bachelor of divinity degree. Throughout the activities at the church, I once again started looking towards missions. My wife (Alicia) and myself had just finished a missions meeting in 2002 were Bro Bob Adams of Bearing Precious Seeds was preaching. We asked him about missions and he asked us where we would want to go. We told him Honduras. So by next year we flew to Honduras and helped him pass out Bibles and John and Roman booklets. We visited 7 churches and by the end of our trip Bro Bob Adams asked us if we have ever thought about the Falkland islands. I said no and he mentioned that there’s no independent Baptist churches in that region. By 2009 I decided to go out to this region but instead of the Falkland islands I went to a country that was friendly to the Falklanders, which was Punta Arenas, Chile. The Lord was dealing with me in this area but His timing was different than mine. I wanted to go then but the Lord said no. Looking back I realize I was still learning patience. In April of 2015 I finally received the go from the Lord. It was by His word that he confirmed the call to go to the end of the earth in Isa. 45:22. So in January of 2016 Alicia and I took a survey trip, first, to see the Falkland Islands and then Punta Arenas, Chile. This is where we plan to return to serve the Lord.
Your Brother in the Lord,
I have been asked to give an account of my salvation in Christ Jesus and of my experience in service for our Lord and Saviour.
I was born in Norwalk, California 1967, to parents of Humberto Acosta and Lura Macy Holland. My Grandfather Herman Holland, because of cultural differences, did not bless this union. My father from Mexico brought his brother’s and sister’s to live with my mother shortly after marriage. A happy union we all became, until it became apparent over time that my father was an alcoholic. Disillusioned, my mother and I returned to San Diego to her parents, to manage my grandfather’s apartment’s.
After high school I went to live in South Lake Tahoe, California under the guidance of the California Conservation Corps. I learned new skills in basic forest management. I fell in love with the work and people that employed me under their programs; the Tahoe Conservancy, State Park, and Forest Service. After one year of hard work, I was ready to explore my options. I enlisted with the United States Forest Service on a small 500 gallon fire truck; this began the 12 years of service within the Fire Program.
I worked as a Hotshot in California, rappelled out of helicopters in Idaho, California, and Alaska, with the aspiration of working towards management. Friends kept encouraging me to try out for the Smokejumper program. After a year of physical training on my own, I tried out then passed my entry test to be employed with the Winthrop, Washington smokejumpers.
The first few months on the base was interesting, learning about parachutes, and jumping out of planes, finally, fires! While on a fire, an older smokejumper had asked, “What I thought of Jesus Christ.” I answered him, “He is good teacher and prophet.” Then I quickly walked away. By the next week I had come back to base, to rotate into the jump list, not knowing this would be my last jump ever.
On August 9, 1997 I sustained injuries while on that fire jump. I was transported to Harbor View Hospital then released to my family to return to San Diego. I started the physical rehabilitation of the soul and body. A young man had sent a letter while in the Seattle Hospital. It said, “If I had died that day, did I know where I would spend eternity?” I had always retained a knowledge of God, but never had any answers to any of the question’s that surrounded my life. Under a federal investigation for the part I had in the accident, I felt everything closing in, with much uncertainty.
While under the care of Debora Anderson, ( my physical therapist) I had received more information about the Bible and what it said, about eternity without God and Jesus Christ. I accepted the Lord Jesus Christ on November 1997. Derek Hansen, the young smokejumper that stayed with me through the whole incident and flew with me to the hospital, sent the tracts down to California while Debora validated all that I had read, helping me to the Saviour also.
Pastor John Haveman married Derek and me the next year, where we served in our local church for 12 years. We served in the church as the junior church leaders, teen leaders, and bus ministries. Also I was a help to our pastor with administration duties and book store duties, while raising our two boys and homeschooling.
After moving to Post Falls Idaho, I became active in our local jail for 6 years, ministering to female inmates. Also I assisted my husband with junior church and nursing home duties.
Thank you for your time and consideration
Alicia Margaret Hansen (Lisa)