NHBC

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
(October 2-5, 2008), or our yearly mission trips (June 13-20, 2009), we are
actively sharing the love of Christ through missions.
THERE IS DEFINITELY A PLACE FOR YOU!

Holt Ga.

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
Christ.

1 Corinthians 3:9 "We are laborers together with God"

You may contact Frank by sending an email
here.

My Testimony

November 26, 2004

10:30 A.M. .

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