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North Highlands Baptist Church is active in missions through our
praying, giving, and going. We have many individuals (including over 100 who have been trained in
Disaster Relief) who actively participate in missions opportunities locally and around the country. Whether it be
serving a neighbor in need, helping with disaster relief in Alabama,Mississippi, Louisiana, or Texas, ministering
to race fans at Talladega (May 3-5, 2013), or our yearly mission trips (June 15-22, 2013), we are actively sharing
the love of Christ through missions.
THERE IS DEFINITELY A PLACE FOR YOU!
See Franks Testimony below:
We here at North Highlands are continually seeking to follow Jesus'
example of caring and of ministry. As I reflect back on the love and concern to meet the needs of those that Jesus
came in contact with, I remember the woman at the well that was considered by all to be an outcast until she
received a drink of the everlasting water. I remember the blind man that had his eyes opened by the touch of the
Master's hand. I remember the hungry crowds that had to be filled physically before they could receive the Bread of
Life. I remember the small children that came and found peace and joy in the presence of Jesus. I also remember the
criminal that hung on the cross, who found mercy instead of justice. Jesus set the example for us to follow.
I heard a tremendous message from a young preacher that has impacted my life and I hope it will impact you
as well. He said , if you look at a tombstone in a graveyard, you will see the date of birth and the date of death
which is separated by a small dash. The dash represents the short time that God allows us to use to make a
difference for His glory. It is our desire to let others see Jesus in us. Come join us as we strive to be more like
1 Corinthians 3:9 "We are laborers together with God"
You may contact
Frank by sending an email
November 26, 2004
It’s been a few weeks since our church has gone through the "Forty Days of purpose". This has been the greatest
personal study that I have ever been a part of. Several times we as a church family have had the opportunity to
share a testimony about what the study has meant to us. Even though it had impacted my life and set my soul to
answer the question of "What on earth am I here for?" I still didn’t totally get it until last night November 25,
2004, Thanksgiving Day at 11:30 P.M. .
We spent the day with friends and family as we came together over at MaMa’s house which is my mothers house, I
don’t know why we never say Granddaddy’s house, he lives their too. Every Thanksgiving Day I come prepared to
piddle on something that needs to be repaired and I really look forward to doing that. This year we fixed the lock
on daddy’s truck so he wouldn’t have to go through the passenger side door to unlock the drivers’ door. On Bobby’s
car we fixed the headlights that would only come on when you tapped on the relay switch, which when we took the
relay apart we found that it was packed with an ant burial ground. Also the electric fuel pump would run
continuously that is both night and day, or until the battery went dead. Then after the great meal we moved the
deep freeze out of dad’s shop to a concrete pad he poured under the shed to give him more room to work in his shop.
We spent the afternoon just sitting around and snacking on all of the goodies and pies and cakes as if we were not
already full, while we waited for supper to come and start all over again. Man, I’ve gained five more pounds just
writing this. We have so much to be thankful for but I’m afraid I fell into the trap of enjoying our family, the
fellowship that was great, and the food that looked like a banquet table set for a King that I failed to truly
pause for a moment to praise God from whom all blessings flow. After supper Cindy and I went by David and Jenny’s
house to see the room they had fixed for Braden’s new arrival in February. It was not until we got home and I began
to crop some of the pictures of our new grandson Brady that God truly spoke to me. Just before saving the last
picture I recalled the scripture that stated "I knew you before you were ever
born". That hit me like a ton of bricks. It finally sank in that even this great joy we have experienced in the
birth of our first grandson and the anticipation of our second grandson being born that it’s not about us, it’s all
about God. For the first time I realized that Brady at two weeks old was born for God’s pleasure, and Braden, still
in his mother’s womb was formed for God’s pleasure. Realizing this I recall the story of a mother that was having
problems in giving birth to her third son. It seem that he didn’t want to cooperate and turn in position to be
born. Once the doctors knew that he was breach they explained to the father that they were going to do their best
to save his wife that she had a 50/50 chance of surviving the surgery. They gave no hope for the child. But I heard
God speak these words "Frank, I knew you before you were ever born". God gave me life that day even when there
seemed to be no hope. God brought my mom through the surgery too. When there seems to be no hope there is God. Last
night at 11:30 P.M I understood for the first time that I was born for God’s
pleasure. Please share that hope.
"Trust in the Lord with all thy heart and lean not unto thy own
understanding, In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He will direct thy paths". Proverbs 3: 5-6