Hallelujah (I'll still sing) - New Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGUOtK5XmVk&feature=youtu.be I'm losing every part of me the end of me the start of me in the cold i tried to walk alone

I coud use some hope right now I'm buried deep inside my doubt I just can't seem to see the way out

hallelujah

I wish I had the words to sing the pain i feel more beautifully instead ill ware my heart upon my sleeve

can I say this honestly to the king of majesty im so hurt I just can't lift my hands

hallelujah

I thought if I could just ignore the things I put behind closed doors they would burn away and leave me be

but it tore right through the heart of me into the place no one can see right past the mask I tried to make for you

Beautiful things should never be cheap.

As a poor starving artist, I rarely eat at the finest of establishments, not because I don't love fine food, but simply because if I did this on a regular basis, I would have to start choosing between that, or driving, and sleeping in a room that has a roof.

But every now and again, I find my more civilised self tapping me on the shoulder, handing me a collard shirt and nudging me out the door to a more than usual classy night. Recently I had an occasion to take a pretty lady to dinner, it was a night that called for a fancy place, and so I answered its call with a rooftop restaurant looking out over all of LA. It was beautiful, the music was playing softly and the entire space was lit in a way that made you feel as if you stood above the norm and grim of everyday life. For the first few minuets we enjoyed a the ambiance letting all the classyness that hung in the air seep in. Until of course the menu came. I opened to find a hear attack awaiting me in the prices of food, or at least the ones listed. I was about to decide to fill up on water when, a calming peace came over me, and God seemed to whisper in my ear. "It's worth it". So I made the decision to let go of my fears of price or anything of that nature and simply enjoy the chance to experience the finer things for a night.

I have very rarely tasted food as good, every bite was an experience, enhanced only by the beauty of the view, the girl and the ambience of the night. So that when the check came, the price seemed small for the memory we were able to share. I think even though I might be eating from the 99 cent store for a year, that God was happy. God loves special things, God loves when beautiful things are expensive.

It's very sad to me to watch our culture, tares apart, throws away and makes fun and light of the things God has made sacred and beautiful. It's as if we are putting 99% off sales, on things that should cost a fortune. Turn on the TV and just watch as sex; something that was made beautiful by God to be shared with one person, is made into a game to play and win at. Or our as we flip through magazines you'll see the young girls who jump at the chance to sell their own bodies take and off their clothes just advertise a new makeup.

I think more than anything it makes me sad. Because I don't think we know what we are doing. And I don't think we are looking at the effect it will carry out on our lives. But when we begin to cheapen the things that were made to come a very high price, we starting losing touch with what we are worth. I guess if you take nothing else from this, remember that you are expensive and you came a high price. So recognize what is worth a fortune and don't take the knock off brand. And be willing to pay a fortune for something that truly deserves it.

Especially you ladies, you are beautiful and wonderfully made, you are made to be honored and respected. Your level of worth is that God would die for you. So that being the standered, never let your self be bought for anything less than a fortune. If any man is worth being with, He will remind you of your true worth and treat you a such.

 

Sorry, a little ranty and disorganized this post, but I live in a place where people aren't valued and people don't value themselves. So I just wanted to remind you all of the amazing immaculate worth you have. You were made in the image of God, and are truly priceless.

 

-Nathan

Did God make you fast? Then RUN!!!

"I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure."

-Eric Liddell

As I sit here at my desk and read this quote for the seventh time. It continues to punch me in the chest, as I let the words hit me time and again. I read the saying aloud one more time and again, I am struck with a life altering truth, that I find my self consistently forgetting: I was made not as a commodity, or simple tool, not to simply do some work then die, not a some cog in a machine. But rather, I was made creatively and beautifully. I was made with purpose and intention. God hand-made me specifically to bring him pleasure.

I remember when I was 18 I had made it to the showcase of a talent competition. I was standing back stage, waiting for my go at charming the audience, while nervously rubbing my hands together and making sure I remembered every note and word I had to play and sing. The act that was scheduled to perform before me stepped out onto the stage. He was a dancer. But I remember even just from the stage right-wing of the theater; I was amazed as I watched the young man come to life as the music started. His feet knew every step  by heart, and his hands and body were in perfect unison, hitting every mark on every beat. But the entire dance was almost completely out-shined by the light on his face. As I watched him skillfully and beautifully hit every mark; I couldn't take my eyes off of his face, and the passion it held. And it suddenly occurred to me that, this is what he was made to do. Not simply something he can do, or is supposed to do, but what God had made him to do. It was then I decided, there are very few things more beautiful than watching someone do what God has created and designed them to.

You were made to bring God pleasure, he has made you, as the bible says "fearfully and wonderfully". With specific desires and skills that are made for the sole purpose of bringing your creator pleasure.

So, today and everyday I encourage you to do the things, not that you are obligated to do, or feel that you should do, or even the things you think you are good at, but rather pursue, hone, and practice the things you were made to do. When you do this you will begin to feel God's pleasure.

So, that being said, I'm off to sing at the top of my lungs.

Love Day

In a time of stores filled with red cut out hearts for sale.

A culture spending millions of dollars on the constant search for love.

And every commercial, movie and TV show depicting and promising us love-

What a refreshing, romantic, poetic, and beautiful description of what real love actually looks like, written by the one who invented it.

Happy Valentines Day

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

 

 

Talking with a real life movie star, about romance and real love.

This weekend, I had the opportunity to go and see the new romantic drama, "The Vow," staring Channing Tatum and Rachel McAdams. This movie will be coming out a few days before Valentines Day.

I have to admit I walked in to the packed theater full of people, with my expectations already set.
I could foresee a sweet, and cliche movie I had seen before many times in different skins, and would no doubt see repackaged again next Valentine's Day.
 But as the opening credits appeared and the movie began, I quickly found out that this movie would pleasantly surprise me, and destroy my preconceived ideas. (Not to say it was without it's classic love story scenes; Male lead in the rain, etc..). But as the story began to unfold, I found my self immediately drawn in.
 We are drawn into the love story between husband and wife, Leo and Paige,  who are suddenly shattered after a horrific car accident.  Leo escapes with only scratches but Paige has the last five years erased from her memory, causing her to forget their relationship, marriage, and even their meeting.
 This all happening within the first ten minutes of the movie, setting it up. Consequently, this is  not your typical girl meets "guy and falls in love", but rather girl meets guy, falls in love, then girl forgets ever meeting guy.
Without giving away to much, we watch as Paige (Rachel McAdams) struggles to find out who she is, how to deal with waking up being married to a man she's never met, and  Leo (Channing Tatum), fighting with everything he has, to hold on to his marriage and the woman he loves.
I think what surprised and drew me to this movie so much, was how different it seemed to be from your classic romantic film. In most of the classics, I feel we are let in on the very smallest and often the most unimportant part of the relationship. We usually watch as two people meet, fall in love and as my mother would say "Become twitter-pated with each other." Then, the screen fades to black, the credits roll and the movie ends. But is that really where the love story ends? Is that all love is, just a nice feeling? What happens when the "Feeling" goes away? What happens when relationship is hard and can only survive if fought for? The Vow seems to begin it's love story where most end. It begins when love starts to be tested, but where I think, love becomes real. In this culture of immediate gratification and 'Doing what we feel" I think we rarely get a realistic picture of what love is,  what we want, right now, without making the choice to stick with something, no matter how what the cost. We see every day on the tv and in Hollywood more splits between two people who promised to love each other forever. We see half of all marriages ending in divorce, and the sad thing is it's becoming the norm.
So how could we possibly be a culture that so desires love stories, that we will pay millions to go and watch them, yet, after all this time still don't know how to actually live out a loving relationship? That is why this movie was so refreshing to see and actually portrayed a realistic depiction of what a love story should. Not necessarily one involving memory loss, but still one in which love is not depicted as something that just comes easy, or free. We get to watch a man who, to save his marriage and keep the one he loves, has to fight. I actually had the chance to sit down with a couple of the Actors from the film and talk with them about the message of the film. I asked Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum why they think marriage is of value and something worth fighting for. A  few seconds, Mr. Tatum expressed his regret and disappointment in the state that marriage and commitment is in today. He playfully expressed his hopes of this movie showing a realer love. Then he said, "I don't think people go at it in the right way anymore, it's such a culture about right now, you know?  Things that are supposed to bring us together, just make us further apart."
Finally, he summed his views up by saying, "Even moral things, like how you want to raise children, I think that's the big hurdle when you get married. Every thing's fine when your together, then it comes time to raise a child."
I like what Channing said, and wholeheartedly agree, I don't think people go at it the right way anymore, and we have become a culture of right now. But what happens when it's not easy anymore, or like Channing stated, when a child is thrown into the mix?

Do we and Will we have what it takes, to make, hold and fight for a lasting love?

Later I asked the Director of the film Michael Sucsy, what he thought the elements of a lasting love were. He said. "Understanding, and commitment" I concur.

So, I thoroughly enjoyed, and was ultimately inspired by the movie- to, be a person that seeks out real love not just the easy kind. Interestingly,  I found out the film is based on a true story- and it is about a Christian couple who dealt with a wife's loss of five years of memory and the story that followed. I would have enjoyed spiritual aspect to have played a bigger part in the film, but, all in all, I think the movie is a beautiful picture of what real love often times should look like, with a man fighting through it to keep his marriage and the one he loves.

So,take your significant other, to see an esthetically beautiful movie, with quality acting, and a moving message, for a romantic night of REAL love.

My confession.

I have a confession to make, I Nathan J Clarkson have been lying to you.

Don't worry, not intentionally, but none the less, I have been being less than honest with you.

I remember when I was in high school , I began learning the art of saying what I thought God wanted to hear. If you were to walk into a room while youth group was going on. You would feel the eagerness of youth searching for answers to the barley tested waters called life. We would sit in circles staring at each other wondering how we would show and what we would say about what we knew about life god and love. But only now at 22 am I starting to get a picture for how much I don't know.

And that is okay.

I say "I have been lying to you" because, while not intentionally trying to deceive you- Almost every time I sit down at this computer I began going through my mind, searching,  to tell you (whoever might be reading this. Mom, girlfriend, etc...) all the things I know, all the things that should be told, or you should know, or points that need to be proven. But truth be told, I don't know much.

But.

What I have finally found out, is that their is freedom in not knowing. It not having all the answers. For I think (not know) that when we allow ourselves to put on the truth that we don't and don't have to know everything. We can greater know the one who does.

 

There is freedom in no knowing.

There are questions we all have, they are big, really big, bigger than us, but are afraid to ask them. We put on a facade we hope emanates enough confidence in the certainty of our answers, that no one will see through to our doubt. But why do we hide our questions? why do we feel the need to look as if we know it all or have it all together? I don't, and I'm willing to wager...NO one does.

I think we don't ask the questions and face the doubts either because, we are scared of the answer or scared of what we'll look like if we are seen not HAVING the answer.

I, you, me, we are broken people who don't know everything and never will. Let your brokenness be known and be willing to admit to yourself and the world, that-You are broken and you don't have it all figured out. There is a freedom in the understanding you don't have it all together but you know the one who does.

When we we do this, it will change the way we look at, ourselves, others, and the one who created us-who, is ALWAYS putting us back together.

I Need A Love Letter.

We all want, desire, need, to be written a love letter, from someone. This was the one written to you by the person who designed you and loves you more than anyone ever will.

Please visit this website and share it with anyone you know who needs to hear this love letter.

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Dear Everyone,

Blessed are the ones who realize that they have nothing to offer. The ones who are at the end or their rope-they are the queens and kings of the place we are going.

Blessed are the ones who have had terrible, awful, life ripping things happen to them. Things that hurt, so, so, badly it feels like the pain just won’t end. Things that on their own, they can’t heal-they are the ones that will rule this world that seems rule them. They will rule this world that seems to never hold the punches.

Blessed are the ones who are never satisfied with just okay. The ones who haven't given up. The ones who, when they fall down, they get up again and try one more time. Because they believe good is worth fighting for. They will be the ones who taste the sweet taste of satisfaction.

Blessed are the ones who have the chance, even the right to carry out revenge on someone who has hurt them-And don't, and instead show love. They are the ones who, when it is their turn to be paid back, will receive mercy and love instead of angry justice.

Blessed are the ones that no matter how many scars or dirty things they have done or had happen to them, choose to live in light and purity. the people who long to be clean and holy. They my friends will be the ones who feel and see God with their own eyes.

Blessed are the ones who stand up for what they know is right. They will get made fun of, beat up, rejected, hurt and left. The ones who do the right thing even if it means being alone. Because when they do that what is right, God sees and is going to put them on top for their willingness to be on the bottom of the stack. They will rule for choosing to be an outcast for standing up for what right.

Blessed are YOU when people all around you, your friends, family, coworkers, and strangers make fun of you, tell rumors, even make up terrible things about you because you follow me. I am telling you, Be happy when this happens, because I have an amazing consolation prize for you when you take that for me. Just like the heroes before you who gave an amazing picture of what it looks like to live for me. It's worth it I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise.

I love you SO, SO much

Love,

-Jesus

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Please go to this website and pass on to those you know need to hear these words.

Thank Someone

It was Christmas eve and I was eleven years old. Around the house were smells and sounds of years of Clarkson traditions coming to life. But there was only one thing on my mind…All the loot and awesome stuff I would be getting the next day.

I sat on the couch just imagining all the cool things most eleven year old boys dream of getting on Christmas. But as I stared at the tree just picturing all the amazing things that would be under it in just a few short hours, another thought crossed my mind. It was of how beautiful the room was I where I was sitting and  how well placed and thoughtfully all the decorations were placed.

I heard mom in the other room frantically putting together our Christmas eve dinner, trying to let the carols on the CD player to distract us from the fact there were about one million things left to do. From wrapping gifts, to cleaning for family coming over, to making sure everyone one of us kids was feeling cared for in a thoughtful way–after all, it was Christmas Eve.

Also, worth mentioning, she had a husband who would be home from a long day at work who would be hungry.  It was then something suddenly clicked. I got up off my seat, temporarily packed my mental list of loot away,  and I ran to the nearest sibling with a driver’s license, and demanded a ride to the store.

In the spirit of the holidays I was given a ride. Upon my return, bag of treasures in hand, I found my mother still in a tizzy over everything that still needed to be done. I can only imagine her feeling as I walked in and said, “Mom can you come with me for a second I need to show you something.”

She paused briefly before getting back to never-ending list of things to do while saying, “Can we wait until later Nathan? I am very busy right now.” But I insisted, “Please mom it will only take a minute” She put down a roll of wrapping paper and with a deep breath and long sigh,  agreed to follow me.

My eleven year old hand grabbed hers and led her into her room and sat her down on the couch in her bedroom,  where I proceeded to pull my surprise from a Safeway bag. It was a one long stem red rose.

I handed it to her, and she took it with a question in her eyes.

I said, “Mom, I just wanted you to know that before you give any gifts to me or anyone, I love you. Before I get anything I want you to know I love you not because you give me stuff but because you my mom.”

Thank someone close to you today for something specific, not because they deserve it or because you feel like it. But I promise a simple acknowledgement of something can change your world and someone elses.

Merry Christmas!

-Nathan J Clarkson

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John 13:34-35

New International Version (NIV)

   “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.  By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

Broken Hallelujahs. He doesn't want pretty.

One of my favorite songs has this line

"I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"

That is a beautiful picture of what worship is, what a hallelujah really sounds like. I think I have fallen into a rut over and over again, where I begin to worry I don't "feel" like worshiping, or I don't think I am good enough to worship a perfect god. I'm too dirty, or, I am not feeling the spiritual emotions flowing through me. But, as I begin to look at what God asks, when he asks to be worshiped. It's not in some Sunday morning service by perfect people, It's not by the person on stage telling you to "Press in a little more." then, God's presence will finally be with you.

It's by broken and dirty people. The psalms were written by an adulterer and murder. On a cross Jesus takes a dirty bloody criminal to paradise with him.

Worship is not this thing we can just cut off and compartmentalize into a half an hour, once a week. living only in another clichéd song. Music is wonderful, but it has hijacked the term "Worship". Worship is an every day, every second decision, to live consciously the way we were meant to. We get lost in a picture we see in our heads, that we form with phrases like "We meet you here at this place of worship" or "I fall to my knees to worship you". When, God calls us to worship him, it involves getting off your knees more often than not and it is not confined to one place, or state of mind but rather, it is everywhere we should be making our place of worship.

We have turned worship into a group participation project in a youth group or church service, when, worship is what we should be doing every second of the day. I rarely feel spiritual and sometimes (don't gasp) I don't feel near to God at all. But that's when I can really let worship happen-When I don't think terrible things about the person who just cut me off on the 101, when a mother decides to give grace to her sinful children, when a man apologizes for yelling at his wife, when an addict cries out to God after a relapse, when you are alone in your room and you feel like you can't even talk to a so-called loving god but you say "Not my will but yours". That's worship.

I hope you can get something out of my random thoughts. So I challenge you not to wait until the music starts at your next service to worship. But, start now, as you are working, or being with friends, driving, talking, and just living. Worship wherever you are however you can. It might be hard and it probably wont be pretty, but he doesn't want pretty. He wants your hallelujah, no matter how broken it is.

Missed Words, Sharp Keys And Dancing Until Your Clothes Fall Off.

What do these three stories have in common?

Story #1

I was on my own in a big city, work had sent me here. The streets were empty and covered in rain. The weather had kept most of the usual Friday night street walkers at home. But not me. I was in a new place that begged to be explored. But street after street the city was empty. Only street signs lit my wondering path, to, what seemed a boring night alone- until. I turned down a street and saw one lone light from a building it was bright and there was life emanating from inside its walls. I heard laughter and voices as I drew closer. I walked inside. It was stuffed to the brim with people that had braved the dim weather for a chance to experience life with each other. It was a slam poetry bar. As I made a path through the huddles of young faces and smell of fair trade tea. I found my place in the back as the first performer took their place on the makeshift stage. They began their piece. Out came words that were dear to the writers heart. They were passionate and real to the artist. In their eyes was feeling. Here and there the poet would get caught on a word, or stumble over a phrase. But unfazed, they continued. And suddenly the end. The crowd erupted with cheers. No one remembered the forgotten words or the imperfect delivery. Only the passion and truth the writer/performer had conveyed in something they so believed in.

Story #2

I was 14 (or so) and being forced against my will to go to a siblings piano recital. I sat there not amused as the performers one by one walked boringly out to the instrument, opened an book of songs and played one of the ones I had heard two or three hundred times too many. The thing is they weren’t bad, much better than me in fact, some even hit every right key. But there just seemed to be something missing. Something that, I guess was lost, a spark, that just wasn’t igniting . But in the midst of the mind numbing performances, I remember something happened. Someone came out and as he sat down, I knew we were in for something different. He was a young man, wearing the required collared shirt and combed hair. But in the back his shirt was not tucked and though it looked as if he tried, His hair seemed not to corporate with the other hair-sprayed dues styled by the starchy students. He brought no sheet music with him, and has he sat down to play, he closed his eyes. He began. His fingers moved across the piano with passion and feeling. The sounds from the instrument moved all in the room. It was not a perfect piece, in fact, multiple times his fingers missed the right key, hitting either sharp or flat note. But, it was real and something that every eye and heart in the room responded to. He finished and opened his eyes. What a difference from the perfect but feeling drained performances we had to endure. While he made considerably more mistakes than the other performers he made considerably more beauty than anyone of them.

Story #3

There was a man named David, he loved God with all his might- And during a celebration, he began to dance, he moved fiercely and violently, he danced with all his might, he tripped over his own feet, but kept on dancing. He was dancing because he loved his God, and there seemed to be no other way to get out this passion for his loving God than to dance. He made missteps while the people next to him made perfect rehearsed moves. But all eyes were on David. No one could look away from the display of loving passion for his God. He danced long, and with love, he danced so hard his clothes fell off. God blessed him.

Do you get the picture. Do you see what God wants from us. God doesn’t want a life of perfectly planned out steps and meticulously rehearsed moves. But rather a life lived in reckless abandon to him. You might miss a word here or there, or hit a flat or sharp key, or maybe you’ll even dance so hard your clothes will fall off. But until you dance with all your might and forget about perfection you will never feel the passion God wants you to live with. God doesn't want perfection that’s why he died. He just want us.

Simply Divine

I don’t know about you but, I have a tendency to as I begin to think speak or write, try to say very deep things. This is a problem, especially since as I begin writing this I suddenly have the need to say something very deep about the fact that I have a need to say something very deep. Confused? Well it gets worse...

Sometimes, after a hard day, or a particularly difficult happening, I’ll sit down ready to spend sometime with Jesus (yes, we’re friends) and as I begin to talk to him and try to listen to what He might have to say, I begin to almost physically feel the factory in my mind begin turning and trying to make deep thoughts. I start putting together my own personal epiphany, shutting out anything God might want to give me and only excepting something I deem life changing or what I think I need.

I remember it was a cold April morning as I got up to be at a 7:00 am prayer group for men before work. On one side of my mind I was thinking about the absurdity of people being awake for anything at 7:00 much less 6:58-and on the other side of my mind I was patting my self on the back for being a “good christian” or who are we kidding it was 7:00 in the morning before work, I was an AWESOME christian (or at least that’s what I thought).

I had a particularly hard go of it lately, it was time mixed with the stress of finding a job, needing money, rejection in auditions, searching for friends and community, and the loneliness that accompanies being (what I felt like was) on my own. I had become hard for even the ones who loved me to be around. To be honest I had started to forget who I was, and I had begun to doubt God’s goodness. I still felt the desire to become great but simply had no energy to continue trying, I hit the point where I wondered if it mattered that I ever tried.

So as I walked in to the small concert venue in North Hollywood that I had recently begun to call my church. I was expecting a lot from God today, I felt God owed me some amazing gesture. And maybe He did. But as the meeting began, nothing was coming. There was no flash of light or grandiose vision of god-sent information. Just the muffled sounds of men praying silently to them selves. Finally someone began speaking a little louder as to pray for the whole group. “Oh good” I thought, finally, revelation time. The man speaking didn’t disappoint, as far as what I thought would be good hearing important messages from God dialogue. And as I shut my eyes a little tighter and he really got into it- letting some "pierce our hearts"  and "we beseech you god"'s, fly left and right. He  spoke with charisma and volume, using the most popular words and phrases used nowadays to appease and coarse God into doing things for us. I was ready, surly this would be the time God would meet me, surely he would hear me nodding my head to the extremely spiritual things being said. But as I stood there trying my best to get caught up in the emotion of the gaudy display. Nothing...I tried and tried, ready to hear a deep and insightful message from god, but nothing.

After the prayer had finished the rest of us were a little wary of stepping up to the proverbial mic. I mean who want to follow an act like that. But I to be completely honest was a little peeved, I was put off by the lack of revelation from God-And as I started to silently give God a piece of my mind on how he should have shown up. I was in the middle of my mental monologue to the almighty when I heard another voice gently but confidently emerge from the room, one of the other men had begun to pray aloud and he said this “God, hug us today, we need you to hug us”. He said a few other things and then ended his prayer. I was hit, I felt as if a God gun had gone off in my face. God wanted to hug me, this maker of the universe and god of the world can and wants to hug me, to show me love. He wants to wrap the arms that hold the world, around me. He wants me to feel him, and have me know he holds me, that he sees everything I’m going through, and feels my hurt and just wants to hold and comfort me. There it was.

There I was walking around being spiritual, and waiting for God to show me some amazing, deep, insightful, message from heaven. And the whole time while I was waiting for what I thought I needed, He wanted to hug me.

I have nothing against grandiose gestures and deep theology, but so often I forget the simplest things that God so desperately wants me to know. Jesus told us to come to him as a child, and to often I expect adult truths and answers to my questions, when all I really need is a fathers embrace. A hug.

I think we all every now and again ignore some of the simple truths our loving father wants us to know, so here is a list of a few of them. Just to remind you of something things you might have forgotten. If you have any extras you would like to share please do.

God Loves you, specifically you. God created you, with a design and purpose. You are created beautifully. You will never be good enough to earn His love, He just loves you. We will never be perfect, and we will never understand everything. God cares when you hurt.

These are not deep. But they are true and they are exactly what we all need to know and to hear.

Dear Me, Who will I be?

Have you ever written a letter to your self??? ........Just me? Okay well I have and believe it or not, whether you KNOW it or not, I think you have. We have all been guilty of statements like.

"Had I only been a little nicer, I might have had that job"      or      "If I had just worked out I would be able to eat this"     or maybe even      "Wow I'm sure glad I called that person, I saved a lot of money on car insurance by..."     you get the picture.

We are all constantly writing letters to our past selves about things we should have done or known, or maybe things we did right and we write in congratulations. But what if our past could write letters to us now?

What would past Nathan think of present Nathan? Would old me be proud of new me? Or maybe even, would old me be ashamed of new me? It's because of these questions I ended up here, sitting at my desk wondering how I got here. Not to my desk, that being a short and stumbly walk from my living room over roommates to my computer. But rather here in life. I think back to all the winding paths that led me specifically here.

It's an interesting pastime remembering all of those seemingly random events that winded up being the biggest turning points in my life-all the relationships I thought meant nothing but came back in the oddest of ways to be of the up most importance. And as I sit here contemplating all of this past. It suddenly makes me think of where I am right now. What am I doing right now that will affect my future?

I am  dreamer and always have my head in the clouds looking and thinking of what is next in life...BUT for some reason I, ALWAYS forget to remember that right now is the actually building of what I will become.

I think the bible says it best in Galatians 6:7-9

New International Version (NIV)

 7 Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. 8 Whoever sows to please their flesh, from the flesh will reap destruction; whoever sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. 9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."

What? The things I do now are the ones that are going to come back to me? Good or bad? Yes.

So I challenge you as I challenge myself, to both realize that the things you are practicing now, are the things you will become-and to share that with whoever listens to you-If you are a friend help some one close to you see that by showing them examples in your own life. If you are a mother remind your children every day (Just like mine) that the things they practise now will make the man they will become.

Off to practise good things! (Or at least do my best)

My future self awaits, I can't wait to meet.

What am I? I am a boy becoming a man.

I am different, sometimes crazy, I am more volatile than most, I am a little louder at some points and much quieter than anyone at other times, I feel things strongly, I don’t idle well, I dance and sing VERY loudly.

Sometimes people would tell my parents, it was because of these letters:

OCD-I do crazy things for no apparent reason, and become VERY frustrated when the things I deem important are out of whack. ADHD- I never, I mean NEVER sit still, I am always moving, tapping,  squirming, fidgeting. ADD- In the middle of talking to you, I will every now and again, zone out and my eyes will drift to the corner of the room, and my mind will temporally change channels. ODD- I will fight about things I don’t even care about and sometimes I will talk back and if I feel strongly, I will  NEVER give up my opinion. and oddly enough, Synesthesia- I hear colors, see music and was very surprised than not everyone did this.

This sounds like a lot of letters that mean one thing: I’m a boy.

But I now know, it is just the way God made me.

From a very young age, my family, and especially my mom,  knew that this boy (me) was different. I was the third child of four, the youngest boy, and the son of popular christian writers. I had a lot to live up to and people were always watching me and had opinions about how “I should be handled.”

So…I was a fighter, but also a lover, but also a fighter.

While most kids would eventually learn to sit still, I simply could not. It is actually a skill that to this day I have not mastered, even as I write this my legs are swaying back and forth beneath my desk and my head is bobbing to the music in my head. As a boy I seemed to always push the limits, I found more pleasure in climbing rocks and rolling in grass then walking on sidewalks. I couldn’t (and still can’t) do much math, but, I could keep a perfect beat to any song. If you asked me to spell (please don’t) “Chrysanthemum” I would instead, draw you a picture of it, complete with story line about how it got there and the hero that had to rescue it from dying!

I was passionate, creative, but I soon became painfully aware that I wasn’t normal. As I grew a little older I remember being yelled at by multiple teachers, in church or a coop class for “Talking to much” and “Resisting to learn.”. I can even now so viscerally feel the deep frustration at my lack of ability to understand schoolwork that seemed so easy to everyone else. I can still feel the sting of hearing one more “SHHHH Nathan, settle down.”

I began trying diligently to fit into a box, just to avoid more frustration and criticism. What I didn’t understand at the time is that God had purposefully made me out of the box. He had made me to be creative and fun, to love people and to perform. He had actually created me to tap my fingers and sing loudly. He had made me to know Him in a completely different way-but just the way He wanted. Another famous out of the box guy once said.

“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm: 139-14

What? I’m was fearfully and wonderfully made? It was when I realized this truth that I started the journey to understanding I was exactly how God made me! That it was not just a mistake that had to be changed, and molded to fit the standard child.  I wasn’t just some accident, but rather, I was designed this way!

The thing is, we are all going to feel different, like we don’t fit into the boxes of our friends, family, church, schools, pop culture, or the boxes others try to put us in. But that’s because, to be honest, God hasn’t called us to live in any parameters that anyone else has designed. But rather, He wants us to  love and embrace the beautiful design He wanted us to fulfill.

My family, my Mom and my Dad figured this out little by little, and ever since, have supported me and cultivated and encouraged me in the areas where I delight and excel. They also helped me, lovingly and patiently,  with the ones where I struggle, so that I could be the man God had in mind. It was a mysterious process and journey that we walked together by faith, because I know my parents believed I was God’s gift.

So I implore you, if you have a Me, a Nathan, keep reminding yourself and your Nathan, that God has made him just the way He intended, with a specific plan in mind. Remind him that all of the “loud” is not to be quieted, but rather, it is to be used to shout the things God has for us to say.

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephesian 2:10

The story below is a picture of how God longs to meet with the out of the box, crazy, loud, boisterous me, and when I was 19, He spoke to me clearly and I finally realized what He wanted me to do.

I was faced with a decision when I was 19. Let me explain. I had moved out and was living in the Big City (New York) on my own. I remember it was a cold and rainy night, my family had left to go back to Colorado. There I was, little old (well actually very, very young) me. I had no idea what I was doing and I was all alone. But there, on my first night out on my own, as I was sitting on my Ikea bed in my small apartment bedroom in Harlem (Yes… I know the family wasn’t thrilled, but I was poor), I heard a voice. It was God, He said “Chase me!” and suddenly He ran out the door and into the pouring rain. I yelled after him that I was cold and alone and was kinda tired, but He just kept running.

So there I was, faced with a bigger decision than I could ever imagine, the choice was clear: Chase after God, or do what I felt like. Well I chased God, I chased him right into the pouring rain-where I danced and sang with the Creator of the universe. I chased him through the next year of ups and downs, friends and heart-break, hurts and joys. I chased him right out to Hollywood, California, where today I’m finally able to look back at all the chasing of God and say with complete honesty… It has made all the difference.

I wrote a book about all that God taught me.These are a collection of thoughts and the glimpses of God’s wisdom I had to chase down, and  all compiled into my very first book. I would love for you to become a Wisdom Chaser too. Click to get your very own copy and you will read the story of how God has worked in amazing ways, and how He has taught me the wisdom of living for Him. Thank you so much.

I would love for you to buy and read more of my first book called Wisdom Chasers and give it to a young man, who you hope will become a wisdom chaser.  And, maybe, it will be an encouragement to you, to hold fast to Him, to chase Him wherever He leads, and to find all you were hoping for in life in the chasing of Him.

Whether you are a Nathan or have one, be encouraged.http://www.WisdomChasers.com Off to climb on rocks, roll in grass, sing loudly and chase God.

-Nathan J Clarkson