New Horizon Baptist Church

Recieving friends for Bingham baby tonight.

Pastor Lynn — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 18:13:31 +0000

There will be a viewing service and receiving of friends tonight in Pineville for Brad Bingham’s grandbaby (Jack’s great grandbaby). If you would like to go with me please contact me on facebook or call me at (865)776-8993.

Thanks,

Pastor Lynn

No services tonight.

Pastor Lynn — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 19:43:36 +0000

All meetings and services have been canceled tonight. AWANA and youth meetings have also been canceled.

An Amazing Video: See what really holds us together.

NHBC — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 16:32:48 +0000

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Evening Services Canceled

NHBC — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 19:01:06 +0000

Due to the weather conditions, the evening service for tonight has been canceled.

Awana Is Back!

NHBC — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 02:48:26 +0000

Awana is just around the corner and we’re really excited about this year. We’ve got some new things in store for everyone so get ready to have a lot of fun! Our kick-off party will be September 8th and the first night of club will be on September 15th. If you’re interested in helping with our Awana ministry, we still need leaders, listeners, van drivers and kitchen crew. See Shawn or Leighann Swisher if you feel led to help us.

Lighthouse Food Ministry Begins

NHBC — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 19:06:16 +0000

The first meal of the Lighthouse Food Ministry will be served Thursday night, June 17th at 5pm at West LaFollette Elementary School. Cooks, servers and clean up volunteers are greatly needed. If you feel led to help this ministry, please see David Spangler. Everyone please keep this new ministry in your prayers!

Fuge Camp 2010

NHBC — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 18:34:25 +0000

The youth are planning a trip to Fuge in Greenville, SC the week of July 19-24. Any student who has completed 6th through 12th grade is welcome to attend. The cost will be $75 per student but don’t let cost be a reason not to go. If you want to go, we will get you there. Spots will be filled on a first-come, first-served basis. We must know if you are interested in going by May 1st. Payment is due by May 12th. If you are interested in going, see Krey or Emily for more details.

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The Room

NHBC — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 23:46:34 +0000

by Joshua Harris

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.”

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.

I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

“No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

By Joshua Harris. Orginally published in New Attitude Magazine. Copyright New Attitude, 1995.

Summer 2010 Mission Projects

NHBC — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 16:59:41 +0000

The NHBC mission team is in the planning stages of two mission trips for Summer 2010. One will be a return trip to Mexico and will include a building project along with a Bible School for the local children. There is room for about a dozen people to travel on this trip. The second trip being planned will be a trip to Haiti to help those affected by the earthquake experienced there earlier this year. If you have any interest in going on either of these mission trips, see Jeff Mitchell as soon as possible. You will need a passport for these trips so if you don’t have one already, you will need to begin that process now.

Awana Is Here!

NHBC — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 17:51:54 +0000

Awana will begin tonight (Wednesday) at 6:30pm in the family life center. Food will be served from 6:00 to 6:20. It is open to children age preschool through middle school so bring a friend and have fun!