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I’ve had a few requests to write about something on here, so I thought I’d meet them. If you know me then you have probably heard me talk about post-modernism. If you go to Tyndale then you probably know that Darryl and I are running a small group on post-modernism. If you look at my […]

I just received an e-mail from one I greatly respect that was concerned about a entry I posted a few days back. It’s called “My Idea of the Truth.” If you haven’t read it, then you won’t care about this entry, but if you have this will make sense. I just want to make it

Being sick sucks. I’m sitting here at 2am in the morning, with a piece of toilet paper stuck up my nose (something that I inherited from my dad that works so well but makes my mother really angry), a scratchy throat that irritates the heck out of me, a headache that makes me wonder how

I just spent a weekend up at Muskoka Baptist Camp. Our apartment (minus one, plus one) took off for a few days to just get away from this dreaded city and enjoy some rest. It was a great time. While we were up there we saw the youth pastor from Temple Baptist church in Sarnia

Tonight is the first night that I wanted to write in my blog and I have nothing to write about. I started writing about something and then I erased it, hoping that it will be more suitable for another occasion. So I sit here pondering, trying to come up with some amazing thought to challenge

We were sitting around George and Janet Antle’s table, about ten of us in all, and we were planning the next young adults meeting. I had an idea, I thought it was a bright idea, I still kind of do. I wanted to run the night (the night we were planning for) like an AA

I’ve been to this spot many times in my life. It’s the place where I go to hope. It’s a secret place, a place that I don’t allow many to come to. In this place I allow my dreams go wild. My imagination runs frantic through the situations of everyday life. Some that I allow

I just finished the book Stumbling Towards Faith by Renee Altson. It was the single most powerful story I have ever read. The book begins by these words: i grew up in an abusive household. much of my abuse was spiritual-and when I say spiritual i don’t mean new age, esoteric, random mumblings from half-wiccan,

Over the last few days, I have been so excited to watch the special on CBC about Benny Hinn. Let me tell you why. I see this guy on TV with a bright white suit, grey hair and shouting FIRE, and people falling down and I stare at him in wonder. I don’t know if

Its 3:30 in the morning, Sat morning, Fri night, and I just finished watching the most drawn-out video ever, the Alamo, and then I got bored of it after a while and came on the computer, only to miss the climax, so now I even have a more distorted view of the movie. I liked

It’s 8 in the morning, the clouds are somewhat scattered throughout the skies. The clouds are amazing, the way they just float there. Five minutes ago, I was even with the clouds, soaring above civilization. I’m about 32, 000 feet in the air over Lake Ontario right now and I can’t help but to bask

Today is a day that will change history. Every four years Americans hand in their ballots and pray that the next president will be the one they hold dear. It’s really been the only race that I have watched before, and it’s been really intresting. Frankly, I think that if we all just vote Ralph

Well I just spent the last few days in Sarnia, I love Sarnia. I come back to Toronto and things haven’t changed a bit. It’s still just a big, busy and non-personal city where everyone is rushed out of their minds to get a thousand things done. I don’t feel like I could ever live

Hey everyone. This is kind of the scrappy beginning of NathanColquhoun.com. A lot of you are probably wondering “Why in the heck is Nathan building his own website?” Well that’s a legitimate question. So let me begin by answering it. This website is for a number of reasons. 1. I’ve been building websites for people