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1 Columbine Shooting – God Used a Toothache

  • December 18, 2012
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS

This week, in light of the tragic events at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, I thought it would be a good time to re-post this article. While there is absolutely not a shred of good in what happened in Newtown, our God is capable of bringing life forth from even the most charred landscapes…

I wrote the following article entitled God Used a Toothache on September 20, 1999. At the time I was the youth minister at White House Church of Christ in White House, Tennessee. I originally sent this story to about 15 of my closest friends.

Over the next year and a half (remember this was in the infancy of the internet) I received over 1,000 responses from people who had been forwarded a copy of the story. I heard from people in 42 different states, 13 foreign countries and even a U.S. Battleship at sea!

I started my website, www.BrentHigh.com, in June of 2000 after seeing first-hand how God could use the internet for good.

GOD USED A TOOTHACHE

Friday morning (September 17, 1999) I was reading the paper and noticed Darrell Scott (father of Rachel Scott, a student who was killed at Columbine High School) was coming to speak Sunday afternoon at Two Rivers Baptist Church in Nashville.

I really wanted to go hear what Mr. Scott had to say but was a little apprehensive about announcing anything to my youth group about the event since it was going to be held at a Baptist church. I had a feeling someone would get offended if I promoted it. So, instead of any announcement in the main worship assembly, at the end of my Sunday school class I made mention of the event, told my high school kids I’d be going and invited anyone to ride with me who wanted to go.

I expected to take two or three kids in my truck. Instead I ended up having to fire up the White House Church of Christ van as 11 of us made the short trek to Two Rivers. I wish I could have recorded the looks on the faces of everyone we passed in the parking lot at Two Rivers as our van, with all its Church of Christ lettering, motored to a resting place. Shock. Disbelief. Happiness. I’d be a rich man if I had a dime for every person I saw mouthing the words, “Church of Christ???” as we passed. They were so happy we were there!

I guess we broke traditional protocol, but we had a face-to-face meeting with God we would never have had if we hadn’t.

The service was unbelievable. Just five short months after the April 20 tragedy, Mr. Scott shared the “untold” stories from Columbine, the stories the liberal media may never tell, the stories he has dedicated every waking moment of the rest of his life to sharing. He talked at length about the 12 students, including his daughter Rachel, who left this world on April 20.

Of the 12 students who died, eight professed to be Christians.

As Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris (the two gunmen) came down the hill behind the school to begin their assault, their first target was Mark Taylor. At the very moment bullets pierced Mark’s body, he was witnessing to two of his friends about his relationship with Jesus Christ.

They next turned their guns on Rachel. Three weeks earlier Rachel had witnessed to Dylan and Eric and warned them about the violent video games to which they seemed to be addicted. Their first shot hit Rachel in the leg. A second plowed through her backpack into her midsection, knocking her to the ground. One of the gunmen walked over to where Rachel lay face down, still alive. He pulled her up by the hair of her head and asked, “Do you still believe in God?”

“You know that I do,” Rachel managed to reply. Immediately after her reply a bullet entered her temple.

Mr. Scott shared the story of John Tomlin, another victim. John had been on mission trips to Mexico and was hungry to do more. During each school day he decided to do something small in hopes it might cause someone to think about spiritual things. He left his Bible open in the dash of his truck.

At 4 a.m. one morning after the tragedy, Mr. Scott looked around as he was beginning an interview with NBC’s Maria Shriver and noticed a circle of people around John’s truck, talking about the Bible in the dash.

Mr. Scott spoke of his son, Craig, who escaped death after looking down the barrel of a gun. He escaped because his friend crouched next to him in the library, Isaiah Shoels, was black and a more desirable target for the two gunmen who hurled numerous racial slurs and putdowns in his direction before killing him execution-style.

Cassie Bernall’s story has received more national attention. She too answered the gunmen’s question of “Do you believe in God?” in the affirmative, taking a bullet after her response. A national “She Said Yes” campaign has resulted from the statements she and Rachel made, looking down the barrel of a gun.

Rachel’s funeral was broadcast in its entirety on CNN. Millions of viewers tuned in, making it the highest-rated broadcast in network history. With millions of eyes tuned to the broadcast, Bruce Porter brought the message, asking “Who will take the torch?” referring to the torch Rachel, Cassie, John, Mark and others had dropped.

At that very moment a young man in Texas had a gun to his head, ready to take his own life. As he listened to Porter’s plea and thoughts that followed, he lowered the gun from his head, began to cry and prayed for forgiveness.

Not long ago he ran 1,000 miles from Little Rock, Arkansas to Washington, D.C. with a torch in his hand.

Needless to say, by the end of the service I had been on an emotional roller coaster. My shirt had a hefty salt deposit in it from the tears I had shed, but I left the service encouraged, excited and ready to share the “untold” stories with anyone I could.

We all climbed back in our van and headed back to White House. We were going to be just in time for Sunday night services. I kept thinking on the way back how much I would have loved to share with the congregation that night just a tiny bit of what we had experienced at Two Rivers that afternoon. I was a bit discouraged because I didn’t know how long it would be before I was in the pulpit again and had a chance to share.

As I walked in the door, two minutes before services were to begin, one of our elders pulled me aside and asked, “Has anyone said anything to you about speaking tonight?”

“No,” I said.

“Well Keith (our preacher) has a bad toothache. He’s not going to be able to speak. I guess we’ll just have a song service….”

“Please let me speak,” I butted in. “Something happened to me this afternoon I’ve got to share.”

“Okay, you’re on,” he said.

During the opening moments of the service I prayed fervently that God would use my words to help someone realize their need for Jesus.

As I began to share some of the stories previously mentioned in this email, I felt a peace and strength I have never felt before. It was not me talking up there. Even though I had zero preparation for this “sermon” my words seemed to flow like never before. Everything was coming together. In sports terms, I was “in the zone.”

I pleaded with the young people who had never committed their lives to Jesus to do so. I told them they didn’t have to know everything at first. That’s what being born again is all about. Starting new. I encouraged those who had given their lives to Jesus before and didn’t have him at the center of their lives to make it right.

As I stepped down from the pulpit with the words of “Just As I Am” resonating from the walls, I knew something special was about to happen.

A teenager came forward, then an 8-year old boy, then a mother, another teenager, and another, and on and on… Three came to commit their lives to Jesus for the first time and be baptized. Several others came to recommit their lives to Jesus. They came largely because of the stories associated with 12 young people from a tiny town in Colorado.

It only occurred to me about an hour later as I sat in Subway eating a sandwich there was something special about the number of people who had responded at church that night.

There were 12.

“Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command. I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit – fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. This is my command Love each other.” – John 15:13-17

Almost there,
Brent

Brent High, Associate A.D. for Spiritual Formation
Lipscomb University
615-566-6023 mobile
brent.high@lipscomb.edu

0 Jesus, Duck Dynasty & Lipscomb

  • November 10, 2012
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS

IS THERE GOING TO BE ANYONE THERE WHO NEEDS TO HEAR ABOUT JESUS?
My conversation with Duck Dynasty’s Phil Robertson, a.k.a. The Duck Commander

Thursday was one of the most surreal, epic, challenging, unforgettable days of my entire life. By now most of you have heard that Phil, Miss Kay & Si Robertson from the A&E hit reality television show Duck Dynastyhave agreed to headline the 5th Annual Don Meyer Evening of Excellence at Lipscomb University. The event will take place at Lipscomb’s Allen Arena on Saturday, April 27 at 7:30 p.m. Central time.

The rest of the story, as the late Paul Harvey would say, is what I want to share with you and challenge you to pray about. Please read on and listen intently for what the Spirit would have you do.

We got confirmation on Wednesday that Phil, Miss Kay and Si would indeed be able to come to Lipscomb in April. When we submitted our original offer we told the agency that it was important to us that if at all possible we be able to get some footage of Phil and Si promoting the fact that they’d be coming so we could show it at the Lipscomb-Belmont game on Friday, November 9.

At about 6 p.m. Wednesday night (Nov. 7) I got confirmation that if we still wanted to get video footage of Philand Si for the promo video we wanted to show at Friday night’s game that Phil and Si would make themselves available Thursday. The idea of someone down there getting video for us and sending it to us in time to get the promo video done for Friday’s game was not going to be possible. If we wanted it, we would have to go to West Monroe, Louisiana and get it ourselves.

I got on Kayak.com and checked flights from Nashville to Jackson, MS and Shreveport, LA – the two closest cities to West Monroe. The tickets were astronomically expensive and the flight schedules, connecting flights and layovers didn’t work for our timeline anyway. I did a quick MapQuest and it spelled out a 533-mile, 8-hour, one-way trip from Nashville to Monroe. Driving down and back on Thursday became our only option.

I immediately called my amazingly gifted and loyal friend and Lipscomb alum Jimmy Chaffin who is at the top of the Who’s Who list in broadcast production and is a partner at Dye, Van Mol & Lawrence Public Relations in Nashville. He has done all of the videos for each of the first four Don Meyer Evening of Excellence events and hits it out of the park every year. I explained my dilemma. Within 30 minutes he had helped secure Tom Zaleski, a veteran videographer who is one of the most respected professionals in his field. Tom was able and willing to join the adventure.

I needed one more player – someone who could be LU the Bison, Lipscomb’s mascot. It didn’t take much to convince Lipscomb cross country runner, Bison superfan, fellow Honduras mission trip veteran and Duck Dynasty addict Alexander McMeen to join the team.

Here’s a timeline of how it all played out from there:

Midnight – rented a Suburban at the Nashville airport (needed big vehicle for all the video gear)

12:30 a.m. – picked up the LU Bison outfit at Allen Arena

1 a.m. – went to bed

3:15 a.m. – alarm clock went off

4 a.m. – met Tom and Alexander at Allen Arena loading dock

6:30 a.m. – stopped for coffee and breakfast at McDonald’s in Memphis

Noon– arrived at Duck Commander offices in West Monroe, LA

12:45 p.m. – arrived at Phil & Miss Kay’s house

1 p.m. – shot video with Phil at his new duck blind a couple of miles from his house

2:30 p.m. – went back to Phil & Kay’s house and visited with Miss Kay

3 p.m. – ate duck appetizers and chicken & waffles at restaurant named Cotton in “downtown” Monroe

3:30 p.m. – met Si at Duck Commander offices to shoot video

4 p.m. – started back to Nashville

11:30 p.m. – arrived safely back at Allen Arena loading dock

Midnight – returned Suburban to Nashville airport

When it was all said and done we had driven over 1100 miles and were on the road more than 18 hours in that 24 hour period. I drove every mile with help from Mountain Dew (shout out to my friends Buddy Lewis & Ed Jones at Pepsi) and my favorite stay-awake staple – sunflower seeds.

Tom delivered all of the raw video to Jimmy at DVL early Friday morning. By Friday afternoon at 4:30 p.m. Jimmy had worked his magic and gave us the incredible video that sent our fans into a frenzy Friday night and is now being shared all over Twitter and Facebook.

As I write this, we have already sold more than 800 tickets to the event in the first 24 hours. There are approximately 2200 tickets left.

Who will fill those seats? At this point it’s becoming more and more obvious that the event is going to sell out. We’ll have a great number of Lipscomb donors, alumni and student-athletes in attendance. We’ve already had fans of the TV show from as far away as Colorado buy tickets.

I visited with Phil in his duck blind as Tom was getting everything ready for the video shoot. Phil asked very simply, “Is there going to be anyone there who needs to hear about Jesus?” 

I assured him the answer was yes. That’s quite honestly the main reason I’m writing tonight.

Who can you invite that needs to hear about Jesus?

I can tell you right now without a shadow of a doubt that Phil Robertson is going to present the good news of Jesus on April 27th in as direct and powerful a way as anyone you have ever heard in your life. It’ll be a powerful reminder and encouragement for those of us who have already accepted him as Savior and Lord.

We don’t need to miss this opportunity as Christians to let God increase His Kingdom.

Who is in your sphere of influence that would readily accept an invitation to come see and hear Phil, Miss Kay and Si?

Would your church consider buying a block of tickets and specifically using them to invite people who don’t know Jesus?

While Phil and his family have achieved rock star status thanks to the television show, let me assure you that their number one priority remains their faith in Jesus. While we were there on Thursday Phil and Kay were celebrating the fact that for the first time in the two-year history of the show, A&E had not cut out “in Jesus name” from the prayer that Phil prays around the dinner table at the end of each show. Miss Kay also talked to Alexander and me about a young couple that she and Phil were ministering to this week whose marriage was on the rocks.

The event is going to sell out regardless. I just pray that the harvest ends up being far more than dollars and people falling in love with Lipscomb.

Pray about who God may be wanting you to invite and then act accordingly.

Click here for full event details. Click here to watch the promotional video that we played Friday night during the first half of the Lipscomb-Belmont game when we broke the news to our fans. Click here to order tickets to the event.

Forward this email. Tweet. Post. Share.

Let me know if you have any questions.

Almost there,
Brent

Brent High, Associate A.D. for Spiritual Formation
Lipscomb University
615-566-6023 mobile
brent.high@lipscomb.edu

0 Lost Children

  • January 28, 2012
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS

Earlier this week I was having a casual conversation with a friend of mine. We talked about the snow, work and our kids.

I talked about the incredible weight of responsibility I feel as a father for Houston and Hunter’s souls. I shared something with her I heard Bart Millard, lead singer of MercyMe, share at one of our Faith Night events last summer.

“The world shouts so loudly at my kids,” said Bart. “I’ve decided it’s my responsibility to shout louder.”

With tears in her eyes and her voice shaking, my friend went on to share the burden she carries every day knowing one of her sons has walked away from his faith. She recounted all the things she had done as a parent while he was growing up to make sure he knew right from wrong, to make sure he knew Jesus. She talked about how she prays for him every day.

We get so worked up about so many “important” things in this life. We pray about so many things that seem so selfish in nature. We pray about things that may not be and many times probably aren’t in the will of God.

One thing we can pray for, knowing full well it’s important, unselfish and at the center of God’s will is that His children will come to a saving knowledge of Jesus. Please pray for my friend’s son. Pray for Houston and Hunter.

There are lost children out there. Could there be anything more important?

“But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus.” – 2 Timothy 3:14-15

Almost there,
Brent

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0 First Name Basis

  • April 22, 2011
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS
Last Saturday I had the pleasure of hearing Duke University men’s basketball coach Mike Krzyzewski (Coach K) speak at Lipscomb as part of the 3rd Annual Don Meyer Evening of Excellence. There was one takeaway in particular that has stayed with me all week.

Coach K talked about being an assistant coach on the 1992 “Dream Team” that won the gold medal in the Barcelona Olympics. He referenced one specific moment when Michael Jordan approached him during one of the first practices. As the all-world, MVP, mega-brand from arch-rival North Carolina began to speak, Coach K had no idea what to expect.

“Coach, could you please help me with some of my offensive moves,” said Jordan.

As Coach K said, Jordan very easily could have said “Hey” or “Hey you” or worse. Instead, Michael Jordan called him Coach. The second point, possibly the most obvious but maybe also the hardest to remember, is that Jordan used the word please. Krzyzewski went on to say that ever since that day he has required all of his players at Duke to do those two things – use names and say please – when dealing with anyone and everyone no matter the position or lack of position they hold in life.

This week I have tried to follow that teaching in my own life. It’s been fascinating as I have focused on listening for, remembering and using names of the people I have come in contact with how much more pleasant my interactions with those people have been.

From Esther who cleans the arena to home plate umpire Hayden at Houston’s game to Betty at Cracker Barrel, using their names and saying the simple words “please” and “thank you” at appropriate times has given my interactions with them added depth.

Brent, please forward this lesson I’ve learned to others that might benefit. May the ripple effect make us all kinder, gentler and more purposeful in our daily walk.

Almost there,

Brent

0 Valuables

  • March 11, 2011
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS
Monday afternoon my sweet mother was being prepared for an arteriogram at Baptist Hospital in Nashville. A stress test the week prior had indicated a possible blockage in one of the main arteries near her heart.

My Dad and my brothers, Chad and Lance, all surrounded her bed as the nurses and doctor finished their pre-procedure preparation, checked and double-checked wrist bands and asked Mom a myriad of questions about allergies, medication and family history. The last nurse came to push Mom back to the cath lab.

“Do you have any valuables with you,” she asked.

“My husband and my three boys are here with me,” Mom said without missing a beat.

Mom hasn’t diversified her investment portfolio. She has gone all in with her family. She has loved my Dad since the day they met as co-workers in the David Lipscomb College cafeteria. She prayed over us as boys like no other mother I know. She insisted we learn how to play the violin and made us do Lads to Leaders speeches even when we didn’t want to. She helped revolutionize the way Sunday School was done through learning centers at Brentwood Hills and lectured all three of us to be “Josephs” as it related to our purity. Now she pours herself into the three “daughters” she prayed for since we were little boys. Her favorite assets in her portfolio are her “grandbabies.”

Thankfully, Mom’s arteriogram revealed no blockage and she got to go home from the hospital Monday night. Lord willing, she’ll be around to invest in us for many more years.

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” – Matthew 6:19-21

Almost there,

Brent

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2 Growing Good Corn

  • February 25, 2011
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS
Several times this week, in various arenas of life, I have been reminded of an old story that’s been retold many times. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to find the original author.
 A reporter asked a farmer to divulge the secret behind his corn, which won the state fair contest year after year.  The farmer confessed it was all because he shared his seed corn with his neighbors.
 
‘Why do you share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they’re entering the same contest you are each year?’ asked the reporter.
 
‘Why,’ said the the farmer, ‘didn’t you know?  The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field.  If my neighbors grew inferior corn, cross-pollination would steadily degrade the quality of my corn.  If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbor do the same.’
If I want to live in a safe city, I must pour myself into the youth that are most at risk for becoming violent. If I want my boys to have friends who are trying to do the right thing I must invest in their friends with my time and teaching. If I want my baseball teams to have the best competition I have to do what I can to make sure the other teams in the league are getting better. If I want the people around me to make educated decisions, I must pay attention to what’s going on in our schools.
The gap in this world, in this country, in this state and in this city between the haves and the have-nots continues to widen. When we build our greenhouses and bubbles, put distance between ourselves and “those people” and activate a win-at-all-costs approach with no concern for those left behind, we do more damage to ourselves than we realize.

Almost there,

Brent

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Brent High is the chief operating officer of LT360, based in Brentwood, Tennessee. LT360 is a cellular health and weight loss company with clients  in 17 states and three foreign countries. Between October of 2014 and April of 2015 (6 months) Brent lost 124 lbs. of fat and 42 inches from his shoulders, chest and waist, going from a size XXXL shirt to a size large. 

0 Seeds

  • February 18, 2011
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS
Earlier this week I received one of those phone calls that you never forget. Thankfully it wasn’t because of a deep sadness connected to the other end like so many of those unforgettable calls. It was the exact opposite.

On the other end of the line was one of my “kids” from White House. Many of you know that I was a youth minister for a very short time for the White House Church of Christ in White House, TN from July of 1999 until February of 2000.
 
This particular young man was a middle schooler when I left. It had been more than 11 years since I had talked to him.

“Mr. Brent,” he said very respectfully. “Over the last couple of years I’ve experienced an awakening in my life. Looking back I realize God used you very specifically at a very specific moment in my life to help bring me to this point. I was going into surgery at Vanderbilt and you put your hand on me and prayed for me. I remember how fervently you prayed for me. In that instant I knew there was something more to you. Now that I’ve had this awakening I want to learn more from you.”

As I listened, with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, I tried the best I could to remember anything about the chain of events he was describing.

I couldn’t remember any of it.

I hadn’t sat with him and studied the Bible at length. I hadn’t taken his confession of faith and immersed him into the waters of baptism. I wasn’t his counselor at camp. Quite honestly, I hadn’t done much of anything I could remember with the middle school students when I was there. Most of my time was spent with the high school students.

God took the tiniest of seeds that I had unintentionally sowed with the least amount of effort and thought on my part. He kept it alive in the heart of that young man for many years. Then he sent others to water and cultivate it. Now it’s growing and producing a crop.

What a thrilling, humbling, encouraging and challenging moment that God allowed me to experience!

What seeds are you sowing?

“….Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up, grew and produced a crop, some multiplying thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times.” Then Jesus said, “Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear.” – Mark 4:8-9

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.” – 2 Corinthians 4:7

Almost there,
Brent
Brent High
615-566-6023 mobile
brent@brenthigh.com

0 Good Ideas

  • February 11, 2011
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS
Several years ago we were meeting with an angel investor who was interested in buying a stake in Third Coast Sports. During our discussion he said something that I will never forget.

“There isn’t a shortage of money out there…only a shortage of good ideas.”

With apologies to those of you who were standing at the end of your driveways last Friday morning waiting for the 8 a.m. delivery of High’s Lights, I was actually in Disney World. For those of you that know me best, you know it took a supernatural event – in this case Santa Claus – to get me there.

I saw the sign pictured above near the Honey, I Shrunk the Kids play area. If you’re reading this in text only version, it said:

“The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.” – Walt Disney

I sat down and Googled a few questions I had about Disney World.

47 square miles of land. Four theme parks More than 66,000 employees. $1.2 billion payroll. $474 million in benefits. More than 50 million visitors last year.

All because a man named Walt Disney had a dream…..and acted on that dream.

I often wonder what the dreams of believers look like – the kind of dreams that would impact the Kingdom of Kingdoms. A few I’ve had….

* Movie house that would use today’s computer animation technology to retell the great events of the Bible

* Farm where work ethic is taught to underprivileged youth through crops, livestock and other chores

* New set of Discovery Channel’s Planet Earth series with creation-themed narration
 
* Private, Jesus-centered K-12 school in downtown Nashville with rigorous academics; similar model to New Hope Academy in Franklin where half of the seats in the school are reserved for low income students who can’t pay

What are your dreams?

Almost there,
Brent
Brent High
615-566-6023 mobile
brent@brenthigh.com

0 We hit the lottery!

  • January 21, 2011
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS

Yesterday I was having lunch with my good friend and youth baseball coach extraordinaire Chad Pearman in Cool Springs. We have been friends for a long time so we had our share of “glory days” stories mixed in with 7-year-old baseball strategy. The great thing about conversations with good friends like Chad is there doesn’t have to be any logical connection from one topic to the next. After we dissected the status of the real estate market, Chad decided to go deep.

“You know Brent, we hit the lottery,” said Chad. “For us to be born where we were and to have the parents we did, we hit the lottery.”

Charlie & Beverly Pearman and Junior & Donna High are four of the best parents I know. They all attended Lipscomb University in the early 70’s where they received an impeccable education and were surrounded by friends who are some of the giants in our community today as far as I’m concerned.

Because they had, we had. We have.

“…When someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required.” – Luke 12:48

We have treasure (click here to see just how much you have in comparison to the world). We are educated. We have talents. We have networks. We have jobs and job opportunities. We have church families. We have citizenship in the best country in the world.

Now our challenge is to use that wealth, power, position and privilege that we’ve been given not for ourselves but for the Kingdom. Much has been entrusted. Much is required. May God provide all of us with opportunities to do just that this week.

We hit the lottery!

Almost there,
Brent

P.S. Please continue to pray for Sara Pigg Walker. She was diagnosed yesterday, on her birthday, with colon cancer. Her email address is sarawalkerpt@hotmail.com.

Brent High
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brent@brenthigh.com

0 Perspective

  • January 14, 2011
  • by Brent High
  • · HIGH'S LIGHTS

When you work for a university athletic program, there are certain hazards that come with the occupation. Wins and losses can have a direct impact on how easy or how difficult your job is in a certain week, month or year.

Last night I sat in Belmont’s Curb Events Center and finished my last score update of the night on the Lipscomb Athletics’ Facebook page:

MEN’S BASKETBALL: Belmont 88, Lipscomb 52 FINAL

The women had lost a heartbreaker earlier in the evening. Then in front of a full house and a national television audience on ESPN, the men got blown out of the gym. The 36-point loss was Lipscomb’s worst in the 127-game, 58-year rivalry between Lipscomb and Belmont. It was terrible. It was embarrassing. No one could possibly be having a worse day.

Then I read Sara Pigg Walker’s Facebook status:

biopsy indicates malignancy. CT revealed colon abnormalities. Colonoscopy tomorrow (fun prep today!), PET scan of my whole body on Wednesday. Back to onc MD next Thursday (my birthday) for diagnosis and treatment options. Jeremiah 32:27 “Behold I am the God of all flesh, is there anything too hard for me?”

Last Friday I shared Sara’s story with you. Her baby girl was stillborn at 37 weeks the first month of December after a healthy pregnancy with absolutely no warning. Then last week doctors discovered multiple spots on her liver which led her to this week of tests and waiting and finally the news she received yesterday.

Earlier in the day Friday my friend (and former Bison basketball player) Rob Browne sent an update on his wife Traci who is battling breast cancer. She had just completed her sixth, and hopefully final, chemotherapy treatment. Now she’ll deal with three weeks of side effects and waiting until she finds out if radiation is in her immediate future.

Lord, please help me to keep proper perspective. Thank you for the lessons you are teaching me through your warriors Sara and Traci who have the “even if He does not” faith of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego we read about in Daniel chapter 3. Help them see the eternal difference you are making in others through their faith. In Jesus name, amen.

Almost there,
Brent

* If you would like to send Sara a note of encouragement, her email address is sarawalkerpt@hotmail.com.

* If you would like to send Traci a note of encouragement, her email address is traci@wwyc.org.

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