Category Archives: Nathan’s Essays

Greatness, Time, and Wisdom

For the reflective and thinking person…..

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Image credit: Annca, source (edited by author)


Author’s note: Following a series of life events which conspired to prevent me from writing, I’m finally publishing the remaining stories from last year’s trip, as well as more recent writings which have never been released.  Thank you for your patience, and enjoy the ride!

There’s a story in David Batstone’s book Not for Sale about a woman who works in rural Thailand to rescue children from the slave trade.  It’s a powerful, moving tale as she boldly goes into situations where she is not wanted in order to rescue them, and it left me wondering.  You see, almost no one outside of those who have read the book and she knew directly will ever hear about her.  Yet how great is the work that she does?  Almost all of us would agree that she is having a tremendous impact on the world…

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Lancashire

Although this adventure is in the past, Nathan’s enchanting tale of his continuing journey are well worth the read. Enjoy!

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Author’s note: this story was written immediately following the events of On the Road.  It was never published due to life events that followed.  Now, to the yarn!

Fear not, dear readers! The tales of my comic stinginess have only just begun!

A power nap on the bus later and I found myself at Lancaster University at 0545 Sunday, May 21. Unsurprisingly, there are no shops open and no buses at that time of the morning. Instead, I explored the campus, mooched off their free wifi, and tried to avoid the security guard for three hours until a bus to the city center arrived. Once in the city proper, I got my first glimpse at the hidden gem that is Lancaster.

Nestled deep in the English countryside, Lancaster is not a place I ever would have visited if not for my ferry to the Isle of Man leaving from…

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Our Apology: An Open Letter to Christian Ladies

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Ladies,

forgive us, your brothers in Christ.  forgive us the times we outright sin against you, call us out, but forgive us.  forgive us the times we fall short of the life to which we are called.  our hearts are desperately wicked, who can understand them, and they work against us and victimize you.  like Paul in Romans, we do what we do not want to do.

forgive us the times we see you as no more than a pretty something to be looked at.  you are so much more.  you are daughters of a true King, you bear the image of the author and creator.  you have souls which deserve nourishment and protection, not cheap attention.  you are our sisters, whom we should guard in all righteousness.

help us, and understand the sway you have over us.  see that we are easily led astray and distracted from the path. …

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Written Tradition, Part 1: Clyde’s Truck

Son, Nathan, still blogs occasionally. Gotta share his; his are much more interesting to read than mine.

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Everyone has a story. The one that makes your eyes light up when you tell it. The one that makes you wheeze with laughter before you get to the punchline. The one that makes you hold your breath until the end. The one that isn’t quite the truth. Some people have several. Some people have one good one they tell every time they see you. But we all have one.

In the past, these oral traditions were passed from generation to generation. They were modified slightly, but were recognizable. The very best became legends and myths. Now, though, many of these tales are lost with the passing of a generation.

This series is my attempt to capture some of the tradition of my family and those around me. I will try to make monthly updates, but no promises!

Clyde Powell was my great-great-uncle. Way back in the day, he bought…

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On the Road

I think i forgot to reblog this – Nathan is now back in the US and busy, busy, busy as usual.

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For all those who thought I would have travel updates: my bad! Here’s the first of my summaries from this semester.

Ironic that the first travel post I’m going to make is about the end of my semester, but it is what it is.

Thursday, May 18 represented my last full day in Salamanca. After many tearful goodbyes and vise-like hugs, I pulled myself away from the lovely friends of En Vivo to grab a couple hours of rest before collecting my bags and making my way to the Salamanca estación de autobuses. A few friends were there. Some, like me, were boarding. Others came to say goodbye. Tears had run dry by this point, so instead we exchanged bittersweet smiles as the bus pulled away. It was over.

A few hours later I found myself lost in Madrid Bajaras, searching for a Ryan Air check station. Aftr listening to…

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Beautiful Eulogy – Selected Songs

Amazing message! Praise Yah – all to His Glory!

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Today is a little bit different, as I review one of my favorite albums.  To call this a review is generous, as that implies objectivity.  I have no intention of being objective.  My hope with this series is to introduce you to new music, and in response, I hope you will leave your suggestions for me to check out!


I’m not going to pretend to be well-versed in hip hop culture.  I’m not going to offer in-depth analysis or compare their work to others.  What I am going to tell you is that I have never heard an artist that so consistently produces songs that leave me breathless and in awe of God.  Sometimes, it seems they are writing these words straight out of my own life.

The lyrical talents of Braille and Odd Thomas combined with the production of Courtland Urbano combine in this album to create a 44-minute…

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The One for the Screw-Up

Does anyone actually want to go through their 20s again?! No, actually, we want all the wisdom we gained and the physical strength, but we don’t want the growing pains – it’s just tough.

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A canvas from Carnival del Toro, Ciudad Rodrigo 25/2/2017.


When I went to Ciudad Rodrigo last weekend, I was severely tempted to run with the bulls.  To my mothers’ (not a typo, you know who you are) relief, my friends held me back.  Later, with a more clear head, I realized I would have been less of the agile, suave toreador, and more like Munch’s Scream transposed.  Less confidently handling what comes at me, and more terrified cries for help.  I’m not an art critic, but in the original, despite signs of civilization, no one appears to be answering the figure’s call.

I like to think I’m a pretty competent person.  You know, maybe not the best at anything, but alright at a lot of things.  I like to think I can make things work out.

I’m also pretty sure God sees that and laughs.

Last Monday night during discipleship…

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