<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:12:12.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan Ring's Life on a Page</title><subtitle type='html'>Love God. Love People. Love the Nations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-8143792333595263376</id><published>2011-04-06T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:38:46.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Friends and Family, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;For the past fifteen months I have had the privilege and honor of traveling this country with my father. I have been given a greater appreciation for my Dad’s ministry and how the Lord has used him for 38 years to tell his story all across this nation. I am blessed to be apart of a ministry that God is using daily! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNoiKfxJNQA/TZzqrXE2fmI/AAAAAAAAACw/tAvnpSHJzGU/s1600/Nathan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNoiKfxJNQA/TZzqrXE2fmI/AAAAAAAAACw/tAvnpSHJzGU/s200/Nathan.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;In the fall of 2007, I was a sophomore at Auburn University attending a Thursday night service, held by Grace Campus Ministries, called Encounter. I will never forget the feeling I had leaving a service on one cold December night. I called my father and told him that I felt called to serve in the ministry in some way. I was certain the Lord had begun a new work in my life, but I was not certain where He was going to lead me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" o:spt="75" o:preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"/&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"/&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"/&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path o:extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect"/&gt;  &lt;o:lock v:ext="edit" aspectratio="t"/&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style='position:absolute; left:0;text-align:left;margin-left:271.1pt;margin-top:3.8pt;width:155.95pt; height:175.5pt;z-index:1;mso-wrap-edited:f' wrapcoords="19194 284 12617 474 10425 664 10425 1044 9570 1803 9089 2516 8928 3228 8928 3323 5025 3750 4009 3892 4009 4082 3582 4462 3261 4794 2940 5601 2940 6361 3207 7120 2994 7215 2994 7405 3689 8640 4170 9399 4758 10159 5079 10918 3475 11250 1550 11678 1176 11678 1283 11963 4811 12437 1015 12485 1122 13102 1764 13292 374 13482 481 13956 908 14716 962 14953 2887 15476 3689 15476 3635 15665 3582 16995 3689 17754 3902 18514 3796 19273 4170 20033 4063 20318 4223 20792 5079 20792 6255 21552 21600 21552 21600 1709 21386 759 21011 284 19194 284"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file://localhost/Users/nathanring/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.gif"  o:althref="file://localhost/Users/nathanring/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_image002.pct"  o:title=""/&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"/&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Fast forward to the summer of 2008, when I departed the United States for the east-African country of Uganda with a team of 35 college students. I quickly realized that the country of Uganda, known as the Pearl of Africa, would be a part of my life forever. As we returned home, I was confident that I was not saying goodbye to Uganda forever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Instead, I felt I was saying hello to the people that the Lord has called me to serve in different ways for the rest of my life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;On May 18, 2011, I will return to Uganda leading a group of six young adults to serve this community once again. Reach Out and Touch Ministries has partnered with Africa Renewal Ministries (ARM) for this short-term mission trip. We will be staying at an ARM orphanage named Bethany Village. Our team will have a special opportunity to build a kitchen for the school at Bethany that will serve around 200 kids daily. During our stay, we will have the opportunity to invest in the lives of orphaned children that have come to mean so much to me. Other highlights of our trip will include serving at one of ARM’s newest projects, Loving Hearts baby home, a home that provides care for abandoned and orphaned babies, and volunteering at a local hospital.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;First, I would like to ask for your prayers for our trip! Pray that God prepares our hearts for what we will encounter. Pray that the Lord will use our team to see people get saved! Pray for protection from sickness. Pray that we will be a blessing to my dear friends there. Pray that God would radically stir our hearts to reach out and touch the Ugandan people with the love of Christ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Secondly, I would like to ask for your financial support! Reach Out and Touch Ministries has committed to the building of the kitchen I mentioned above. The total cost of this project is $5,000. If you would like to write a check please make it payable to Reach Out and Touch Ministries! Please send checks to P.O. Box 3268 Brentwood, TN 37024. If you would prefer to donate online please do so at &lt;a href="http://www.davidring.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;www.davidring.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! May the Lord Bless You! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style='position:absolute;margin-left:112.05pt;margin-top:11.65pt;width:184.95pt; height:55.25pt;z-index:2'&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file://localhost/Users/nathanring/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_image004.gif"  o:althref="file://localhost/Users/nathanring/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_image005.pct"  o:title=""/&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="height: 55px; margin-left: 112px; margin-top: 12px; mso-ignore: vglayout; position: absolute; width: 185px; z-index: 1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;In Him,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"&gt;Nathan Ring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Today was incredible. Well after I was woke up on the roof to rain and carrying my mattress downstairs at like 2 AM and then sweating in the hot room until 6 AM. That was not so fun at all. Anyway, today we first started off by painting downstairs in the school where we painted 3 class rooms. That lasted for a few hours, then we ate lunch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;After lunch, we headed to repraties which is another Haiti Outreach Ministries church and compound about 15 minutes away. They had a church here but it was completely leveled by the earthquake. The only thing left standing was the entrance. The about 10 foot wall to the compound was completely in rubble. It was an eery feeling to see God's house in rubble but somehow knowing in that rubble there was hope. There is a big tent city at this place so we filled 50 1 gallon jugs to pass out. They went really quick but it was so cool to see people sprinting to get this water. As they were running I had a vision come to me of people running to the father to receive living water and salvation. The kids smiles as they laughed at how big my feet looked with my boots on made me smile. So much good video footage from this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;After passing out the water we had to go to the market but it was pretty much all the way through port au prince so today was the first day we saw a lot of earthquake damage. Just wow. The best way to describe it is imagine a stack of pancakes. I saw a 7 story building just stacked like pancakes. So many houses, school, churches, businesses etc. are just piles of rubble now. News cameras and pictures do not do it justice. It was a weird experience, but the thing is people are so hopeful for the future of Haiti. We went home after the market driving through a place we will be tomorrow where 300,000 people live in 2 square miles. It used to be a land fill but now it is one of the largest slums in the western hemisphere. In the midst of chaos there is peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;The Lord is doing a lot of work here. There is a team of doctors with us also as well as a couple construction guys. Continue to pray for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;So, everyday I am doing a video blog here in Haiti about three times a day. The internet is to slow to upload them. When I get back into the states I am going to give you all the blog updates. Its going to be crazy cool footage for everyone to see. Nathan (team lead from Macon, GA) has a tripod for a flip cam so using that some also. Its been cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Sorry for the length of this one. Hope you enjoyed. God Bless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;In Him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Nathan Ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-6937492474095223957?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/6937492474095223957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=6937492474095223957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/6937492474095223957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/6937492474095223957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-3-in-haiti.html' title='Day 3 in Haiti'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-6554627549566318847</id><published>2010-03-15T20:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:13:24.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Past 36 Hours in Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Well, first blog since I have been in Haiti the last 36 hours. Internet went out last night so I couldn't post it. This account is from when we landed till yesterday night. I will type one for today separate because so many incredible things happened today. For those people that want the details of what has been going on I will give them to you in a short list:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;- Arrived at 12 PM to Port au Prince, Haiti. Wilson's bag did not make the trip down here but it did arrive today so that was a blessing! Got out of the airport where we met Stephen and Nathan our American team leads from Macon, GA. Both are around our age and have been in Haiti for 3 weeks now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Took&amp;nbsp; a 10 minute ride from the airport to Blanchard where we are staying. At this compound Haiti Outreach Ministries has a church, school, and living quarters for teams. Very nice place and was not touch in the Earthquake. On the way to the compound we past the US Army base. Pretty crazy to see marines everywhere down here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Yesterday at the compound was very relaxing. Got a tour and just hung out. Ate dinner on the roof and also slept on the roof. Food was really good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Today woke up around 5:20 AM not PM, that is. Got into church around 6:30 AM and that just blows my mind that church starts at 6:15 AM. That really is crazy. Lasted till about 9:00 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Walked back upstairs took a nap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Went to airport to get Wilson's bag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Ate lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Sanded two bathrooms and painted them at the compound.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;- Ate dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Were all caught up now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;So, I know that a lot of people are probably wondering is all of Haiti just destroyed. The answer is no. The earthquake hit downtown Port Au Prince really hard and thats where most of the damage happened. Where we are at there aren't to many buildings knocked to the ground but about 10 minutes away it gets really bad. I know I am looking forward to our time when we are going to see all the damage and all that. It has been so good to be in a 3rd world country again. I just love that I have sweat on my face as I am writing this because that means I am not comfortable. God calls us to uncomfortable. So I embrace where I am at because I know that is where God wants me to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Tonight I heard a couple stories from a lady who came back to Haiti a couple weeks ago after spending 3 and half years here prior to the quake. She said that one of her friends attends a church in Port Au Prince and when the earthquake hit the children's choir was practicing and it is estimated 23 kids died in that building a alone. Crushed my heart when I heard that! More than likely they were singing praises to our Lord when they went to be with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;The other story she told me was about her friend who was taking an exam at the time and him and his professor got trapped under the rubble when it all happened. They were in the rubble for three hours when one of the professors friends came and rescued him. They looked at the boy who was trapped deeper and said we will come back to get you. Well, they never came back and he said that he sang and prayed to God all night. The next day he was crying out and a little girl said I can hear you but can't see you. At that time, he moved enough for her to see him and she went and got help. When he got out of the rubble, he told the guys I want to find the little girl who helped get me out. They said, there was no little girl. This boy was saved by one of the many angels that watch over you and I. Praise the Lord for a God who can save.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;To close Day 2 in Haiti, tomorrow is going kick off a lot of work for us to get done. Pray that we may see the Holy Spirit move in a powerful way in everything we do. We are going to City Soleil the poorest area in the western hemisphere. It was a land fill for trash but now it has turned into a slum. 300,000 people live in 2 square miles. Pray that the Lord would move in a powerful way through us to bring hope to people by simply reaching out and touching them where they are at. Loving this place so far!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Stay tuned for a blog about today, I am going to type up here in a little bit! Big things happened today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;-Nathan Ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-6554627549566318847?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/6554627549566318847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=6554627549566318847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/6554627549566318847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/6554627549566318847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2010/03/past-36-hours-in-haiti.html' title='Past 36 Hours in Haiti'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-7152312260181456233</id><published>2010-01-27T04:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:54:05.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church in Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/S2Aan1RhK8I/AAAAAAAAACM/Vbw7vSTV3bM/s1600-h/rotator_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/S2Aan1RhK8I/AAAAAAAAACM/Vbw7vSTV3bM/s400/rotator_5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you who read this to try to imagine this scenario… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of minutes the place where you worship God whether it be weekly, every other week, monthly, or even just once a year has now gone to rubble. Now maybe your pastor, worship leaders, elders, deacons, administrative staff, and even members of the body of your church are gone in a matter of seconds. Chaos has now filled your streets, dead bodies can be seen and smelt in the air, needs are everywhere you look as you stand on what was the front steps of your church you once attended… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you turn? For myself, I would like to say at that moment I would fall to my knees and shout, Oh God, use me to advance the gospel in this time of need.  After watching Pastor Mark Driscoll’s sermon (&lt;a href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/"&gt;www.marshillchurch.org&lt;/a&gt;) from this past Sunday morning about his 32 hours he spent in Haiti the individual stories of the pastors, seminary professors, teachers, fathers, women, and children are racing through my head. As I think about what would it be like if in a matter of seconds Brentwood Baptist Church or Fellowship Bible or First Baptist Opelika or wherever it may be for you is now in a pile of rocks. Wouldn’t you want to just ask God why it has happened to us? Maybe even out of some anger in your heart. The amazing thing to me is that story after story the men and women in Haiti Pastor Mark showed continued to smile and say my joy comes from the Lord. That is the type of person I want to be, that even in the days ahead where disaster may hit directly to my family I would be able to say God you are so faithful, my joy comes from you and you alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer for you today that you might just take some time and think about how you can help what is going on in Haiti. I know that it might be the popular thing to do but I also know that already it is getting less and less attention via the internet, television, etc. One-day people will say that happened a year ago there isn’t much need for me now. Do not fall into that trap people. For I encourage you to check out &lt;a href="http://www.churcheshelpingchurches.com/"&gt;www.churcheshelpingchurches.com&lt;/a&gt; and see how Pastor Mark Driscoll and James Macdonald are partnering with the global church to rise up the church in Haiti once again. Would you consider taking some time out of your day everyday to pray for a movement of leaders to rise up in Haiti to shepherd the hurting and broken hearted in the midst of a tragedy? I pray that you may be moved in such a way to see the urgency to do something now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 1:8 – “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-7152312260181456233?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/7152312260181456233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=7152312260181456233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/7152312260181456233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/7152312260181456233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2010/01/church-in-haiti.html' title='Church in Haiti'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/S2Aan1RhK8I/AAAAAAAAACM/Vbw7vSTV3bM/s72-c/rotator_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-2240132384362091756</id><published>2010-01-19T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:03:15.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new page in the book</title><content type='html'>Well a lot of things have changed since I last posted in April of 2009 but I really want to try to keep this blog updated on some things going on in my life these days… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2009 – November 2009- Worked at the Sheraton Hotel Downtown Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of November 2009 – December 2009 – Returned to Uganda for about 3 weeks to Bethany Village and some surrounding areas. Incredible time. Will probably hear bits and pieces of the trip throughout a lot of blog postings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 25, 2009 – Christmas was great with the Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, 2010 - Auburn won the Outback Bowl. War Eagle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2-5, 2010 – Attended Passion in Atlanta, GA with about 23,000 college students. Absolutely amazing what the Lord did in 4 days there. The Holy Spirit was moving in a powerful way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 6, 2010 – Began traveling with my dad and working full time for Reach Out and Touch Ministries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last date is a very important step in my life. In the days ahead as Dad and I embark on a journey to reach the world with all we have will you keep us in your prayers? There are some big dreams out there and with the help of you we can reach those. For right now I am just asking for you to pray that the Lord will continue to guide our footsteps and that we would daily surrender for what the Lord desires for our life. In the days ahead look out for a blog on my most recent trip to Uganda, a word from Mark 2 and how it applies to what we are about at Reach Out and Touch Ministries, some daily thoughts on life on the road, and much more. I would love to hear some feedback just to see if people even read these things anymore... Love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-2240132384362091756?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/2240132384362091756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=2240132384362091756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/2240132384362091756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/2240132384362091756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-page-in-book.html' title='A new page in the book'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-4947942615276826170</id><published>2009-04-22T03:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:51:15.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/Se7ac4FA02I/AAAAAAAAACA/nNWs-yHru8Y/s1600-h/CIMG2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/Se7ac4FA02I/AAAAAAAAACA/nNWs-yHru8Y/s320/CIMG2402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327435598850478946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a trip back to October 2007, on a Thursday night God called me to the ministry while driving home from Encounter (campus ministry). Ever since that night, I have known in my mind what I want to spend the rest of my life taking part in. I am at a point in my life right now where I have a huge weight on my shoulder to do something about that calling. I feel like up until this point I have taken major baby steps in observing what a life of full time ministry could look like. It seems like everyday I wake up with this sense of urgency under my feet to take off with it. I am ready to be used for the Kingdom. Recently I have been praying that God would give me clarity on exactly how he wants to use me. There are some options I know I could see myself in but I am seeking God's voice on how and where he wants to use me before jumping to any conclusion. As some of you know, I have a heart for the nations across the globe. I also know that America is a country right now in desperate need for this generation, my generation, to have leaders rise up and lead with passion uniting the church across this country to bring eternal glory to the Kingdom. I want to be apart of something that reaches people all across the world bringing glory to the throne of grace. I want all the glory and praise go to the one and only King of Kings sitting on the throne. Readers of this blog, I want you to know that I am praying for a sense of urgency to rise up in this nation and all over the world that leaders would get serious about serving the King. What would it look like if a generation of believers got serious about serving God? If that sense of urgency would come under this nation once again, what would it look like? What kind of impact could this nation have on the world if this generation got serious about serving the King? I am so thankful for the support of the people whom have invested truth into my life throughout the last twenty years. Please pray for clarity for me on what to do with the sense of urgency I have to put my calling in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will rise when He calls my name" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for the King, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-4947942615276826170?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/4947942615276826170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=4947942615276826170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/4947942615276826170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/4947942615276826170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2009/04/clarity.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/Se7ac4FA02I/AAAAAAAAACA/nNWs-yHru8Y/s72-c/CIMG2402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-8408186793731628418</id><published>2009-03-06T01:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:40:24.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SbDTWOn91dI/AAAAAAAAABY/2ZK71tDa4TU/s1600-h/Desert+Picture+Blog+Entry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SbDTWOn91dI/AAAAAAAAABY/2ZK71tDa4TU/s400/Desert+Picture+Blog+Entry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309976339506124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been a while since I have updated my blog, so let me give you a quick update without going into a lot of detail because I have a lot I want to share but want to keep it short. After the fall semester in Auburn, I decided to come back home to be with my family with intentions of finishing up at Belmont University. I think that my college route might take another swing starting in the fall or next spring. I am currently in the process of looking into a couple bible schools to finish up my undergraduate work in Biblical Studies. I am taking online classes this semester while working a good amount of hours at the Fresh Market. Now that you have a short snippet of where I am at lets get into the meat of what I want to share for this article…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple months of my life have been the hardest for me personally that I can remember. I came to Nashville thinking I am going to embark on a new journey where I am most comfortable being with my family. Little did I know I was really being stripped of everything that was comfortable to me at this moment in my life. All of you, who know me, know that I live for meeting and embracing people in their walk of life wherever they are at. Some may say to me that I am the type of person to never meet a stranger. Well I noticed that when I moved up here and all my close friends went back to school in January this gloom of loneliness fell right before my eyes. I could connect with some on skype or facebook or even a cell phone but that was not fulfilling my wants to be with people. I could go to work and deal with hundreds of customers a day but that was not even fulfilling the need. It might of given a quick shot but as soon as I got home by myself reality began to sit in. I found myself turning away from whom I truly was. I began to lose my zeal for life. Although on the outside I would tell people I was doing great but their was a raging war going on inside of me telling me to give up.  It wasn’t until I finally realized that God was teaching me something by this that I could embrace the reality of the state of mind I was in. God brought me to Nashville to take me away from my comfort zone of life so I would grow in Him away from the distractions. While at Auburn in the latter stages of my time their, I began to find my identity in my friends instead of Christ alone. I found myself wanting to spend more and more time doing the fun stuff with my closest friends than dedicating some time to be alone with God. It was as if I was living a life that I wanted my friends and God to be at the top of my list but share that number one spot. It wasn’t until I moved up here that God was stripping the friends off of that number one spot so He would be the only one I find my identity in. Although I may still be walking in the desert and will be for a while I am finding my trust in an old wooden cross that provides strength for me daily. It’s in the midst of all the brokenness in my life that I am finding comfort in the healer of that pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night I embraced the reality of walking in the desert has been the best thing to happen to me, I decided to let God have all of me with no distractions. I wanted to have a Yes attitude towards the Lords will for my life. No matter what I am put through I want to maintain that attitude. I happened to stumble across 2 Corinthians 1:19-20 which reads, “For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, whom we proclaimed among you, Silvanus and Timothy and I, was not Yes and No, but in him it is always Yes. For all the promises of God find their Yes in him. That is why it is through him that we utter our Amen to God for his glory.” That was it for me. That is right where I am. I want everyday I am alive to shout that bold YES towards God. I put the picture of White Sands National Park on this blog portraying the majesty of God in the distance with the desert in front of it. I would like that picture to accurately display where I am right now: In the desert saying yes to the Lord with my eyes-only being focused on the beauty of his light.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the people that you know in your life that have made a life saying yes to anything the Lord calls them to? For me, I start with my own father. Saying yes to the call to ministry as a young boy and never doubting his call to serve. Then from there I think of Jim Cymbala, pastor of the Brooklyn Tabernacle, who started a church in Brooklyn, NY and pastors needy people week after week. I then think of a guy like Francis who is the father figure for nearly 200 orphans in Bethany’s Village in Ggaba, Uganda. Francis is in his later 20’s in a wheel chair due to polio at a young age but provides comfort to hurting children daily no matter what his physical problems are. I then think of Jason Swain (my youth pastor) and his passion for providing hope to people wherever he is. After God took Jason’s little girl at the age of 2 months he continues to serve the Lord daily. Lastly, I think of Matt Dean and by him saying Yes to the Lord to move to Hong Kong to provide hope for the hopeless over there. I pray that God will continue to bless these men that have had an influence on my life.  As I conclude this blog I want you to evaluate what it means to say yes to what the Lord desires out of you? The Lord has been so good to me. He has blessed me with people that have poured so much life into me. Some of you may never know the impact you have left on my life but I want to say thank you. May God continue to bless you. Continue to keep me in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for the King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-8408186793731628418?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/8408186793731628418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=8408186793731628418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/8408186793731628418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/8408186793731628418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2009/03/embracing-life.html' title='Embracing Life'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SbDTWOn91dI/AAAAAAAAABY/2ZK71tDa4TU/s72-c/Desert+Picture+Blog+Entry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-4769402591922215612</id><published>2008-08-04T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:10:27.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stop and Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SJd-Llw-AkI/AAAAAAAAABI/lB48yuQtOLk/s1600-h/bw_oak_tree.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SJd-Llw-AkI/AAAAAAAAABI/lB48yuQtOLk/s400/bw_oak_tree.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230788229795283522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://crazylovebook.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos/Just Stop and Think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as simple as that, I want you to just stop and think about your life right now.  For some of you this could be the first time in a while that you have had time to just sit down and relax, and for others this could be just part of your daily routine.  For all though, I want this to be a time before you go on in the reading of this blog to just sit with the creator of the Universe. He has offered us the greatest proposal known in the history of the earth to be His bride. So for however long your heart desires I would love for you to reflect on your life with the creator. Some of you need to just come to the Lord with a heart of thanksgiving, some may be angry, some may feel unworthy, the great thing about our Lord is that no matter what when you call upon His name, the mighty one, savior of the World, Jehovah, King, Jesus meets you right where you are with his arms open wide welcoming you into the household. Lay everything at this time at the feet of the King. May he speak to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For I know that the Lord is great, and that our Lord is above all gods. Whatever the Lord pleases, he does, in heaven and on earth, in the seas and all deeps. He is who makes the cloud rise at the end of the earth, who makes lightning’s for the rain and brings forth wind from his storehouses.”  -Psalm 135:5-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how when I walk outside I can see the beauty of what God has created. I sometimes wonder if I was in a people group where there was no bible translated in the language I spoke how the Holy Spirit would speak to me through his nature. Going back to the video clip, I loved how Francis talked about how God is Love. It is sometimes hard for me to grip onto the fact that the God who created the nature when I walk outside my front door desires a personal relationship with you and I. He is Love. He loves us so much that he sent his Son to the cross to die for us. Thanks be to God for the blood that washes us clean, because without grace no one would be able to stand before a all sufficient savior. The modern day church needs to get back to that simple truth of the blood of Jesus is the only thing that can make you and I whole again. How precious is that simple truth? It is so simple but yet so profound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short update on my life, I am home from Orlando and I do apologize for taking a week off from the blog. I am now back to posting every other day. Sage and Betsy’s wedding was fabulous and we had a great time. I am in Brentwood till August 15 and then I will return back to Auburn. It is miserably hot here. Currently I am headed off to the river to hang out with the boys for the afternoon about to leave work for an afternoon at the rope swing. I hope everyone is doing well and I challenge you today once again to just take some time and stop and think about what the Lord is stirring in you today. Just lay it all out on the line, living a life in risk for his Kingdom to be known. Glory be to the King who is worthy of my praises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-4769402591922215612?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/4769402591922215612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=4769402591922215612' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/4769402591922215612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/4769402591922215612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-stop-and-think.html' title='Just Stop and Think'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SJd-Llw-AkI/AAAAAAAAABI/lB48yuQtOLk/s72-c/bw_oak_tree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-8398692972120542895</id><published>2008-07-23T23:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:15:39.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awe Factor of God and Orlando Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SIgB1yHzygI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7PcbGF8hO20/s1600-h/milkyway051004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SIgB1yHzygI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7PcbGF8hO20/s200/milkyway051004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226429391062682114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start this blog off a little differently. Instead of jumping right into what I have been doing the last couple of days here in Orlando, I want you to do me a favor. Go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://crazylovebook.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once you go there click on the video tab and watch the video titled “The Awe Factor of God.” To give you a heads up my next blog will be about Just Stop and Think video. So if you want to cheat watch that sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now assume that you all have watched this video. I think every time I watch it I find myself thinking “Wow, the God that created all of these Galaxy’s wants a personal relationship with me to bring his name glory.” His love has overwhelmed my life and is always refining my character of who I am in Christ daily. More than ever the enemy is trying to bring me down. It’s a raging battle that is going on daily due to the fact that he knows the Lord is stirring in me and even you a great plan to impact the kingdom. I am going to use something that I heard my dad say not to long ago in his message that has stuck with me since I heard it. When I wake up, I want the angels to salute me, while all of the demons and the devil are shouting oh no trouble has just woken up.  But I wonder today even for myself, does the devil even flinch when I wake up? Does he even think that it’s going to be a fight today for himself? Its something that has stayed on my mind since the first time I heard it. Thank the Lord though even though the devil might think he has his way there is a higher force that one day the devil himself and all the demons will have to bow before the throne and declare that Our God is the one and only Savior of the World, the Holy and Righteous one that is worthy to be praised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that not only will you be reminded when you read this that Our God is Mighty to save and even though he did create massive galaxy’s for His glory, he desires to use you as a shining light for His ultimate glory. May your day be blessed by just taking a moment to stop and think of how wonderful the Lord has been and forever will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to an update of life. I am still here in Orlando, FL. Tuesday really was not filled with a whole lot of out of the extra ordinary for me to tell you about, but I will give you a brief synopsis of what went on. Woke up around 9 A.M. ate some breakfast and watched sportscenter. Sam went to a meeting at 11:45 so I just stayed around the house and got ready to do whatever when he got back. He came back and we went over to Sage’s where he and I fished for a little bit, but the fish weren’t biting at all so Josh (Sage’s Cousin from Texas) and I took a trip to Rainbow Snow Cone here in Winter Park. For all you people that love SnowBiz in Auburn, this place is like a New York Strip at Flemings compared to a T-Bone at Waffle House. Basically the point is that it is way better. After Rainbow Snow Cone we went to a place called Crispers to eat with the whole Steele Family (Betsy’s Family), Hirschy Family, a couple of Sage and Betsy’s friends from Nashville, Sam, and myself. This place was a good sandwich/salad place that was quick and easy. I saw The Dark Knight for the second time last night after dinner and that was how Tuesday rounded out to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a big day in the life of Nathan Ring. I woke up and was off to the Mall at Millenia to the Apple Store at 8:30 A.M. to wait in line for the new Apple iPhone 3G. Getting there the line was already way out the door, so I just took my placement and waited patiently for a whopping 4 and half hours to get to the front of the line. That’s right somehow I waited patiently by myself for about 3 of those hours in line for a little new gadget. The guys in front of me were so different that I found myself dropping in on their interesting conversations filled with many funny but crude jokes. Sam waited in line with me for a little bit and was kind enough to bring me some Chick-Fila for breakfast but he had no reason to stand in line with me so he checked out. I finally got to the front of the line becoming really nervous at the time because at the Apple Store they tell you only account holders can purchase the phone. I knew all the answers to the questions they would ask me but was worried that somehow even though I have my dad’s name in my name they would tell me that I couldn’t get the phone. I found myself people watching the employee’s to see which one was going to be cool and then the older men who think there cool and trendy because they are working at the apple store who wanted a power trip with younger people like myself. The guy that ended up helping me was one of the people I labeled as cool. We went through with the process and about 20 minutes later my new phone was up and running as I walked out of the store. Sage happened to be in the mall at the time when I got my new phone so I met up with him and he drove me home. As I returned back to Sam’s, I put my old phone up for sale on Craig’s list and within 15 minutes I received a phone call from someone who wanted to purchase it. I ended up selling it to him for 300 dollars, which I was happy with because the new one cost me a little 200 after taxes. Sam, his mom, and I killed more time in the mall after selling my old phone until I picked up a publix sub for dinner and then just went to Sage’s to end the night. So now you are caught up with what has been going on here in Orlando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the request of Mr. Hirschy and Ned (Sage’s Uncle a.k.a. Dennis What?) I will add something in about the hog hunt that they have wanted me say something about after reading the blog. After it took me about five or six shots to kill the hog on about my 5th shot when I knocked it down for good even though it was still moving, I yelled out “See Ya.” The hog was not even dead yet but I was yelling that it was. It ended up being a good story to laugh about the rest of the day since it was the first animal I had actually hunted.  Hope you enjoyed this long blog post! Thanks for continuing to keep up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-8398692972120542895?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/8398692972120542895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=8398692972120542895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/8398692972120542895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/8398692972120542895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2008/07/awe-factor-of-god-and-orlando-update.html' title='The Awe Factor of God and Orlando Update'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SIgB1yHzygI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7PcbGF8hO20/s72-c/milkyway051004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-117291013429565405</id><published>2008-07-22T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:33:02.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orlando Update and Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SIX9oShv3LI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F2ubNwpj8Wg/s1600-h/n7002605_37969030_3080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SIX9oShv3LI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F2ubNwpj8Wg/s320/n7002605_37969030_3080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225861811243310258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all of you are enjoying the start of your week. I am still down here in Orlando, Florida where we are having a great time. Sunday night was filled with dinner at Pei Wei and then a little card game called Nertz. It is a fun game I actually learned to play at Auburn and hadn’t played in a while so it was good to get back into the swing of things. Yesterday, Sam had a lunch meeting so I slept late and then just chilled till he got home. Around 2 P.M. Sam, Kent, Clay, and myself went to play a public course of here in winter park. It was good to get back on the course, haven’t had a chance to play all summer, which was definitely not a good thing. The round went all right, being able to get off of the tee box was my best part of my game all day hitting around probably 85% of the fairways. I couldn’t do much outside of that part of my game.  Last night, we played some more nertz at Kent’s house and just chilled the rest of the night. So now that you are caught up with what has been going on here in Orlando, I want to take you back to a trip that I took to Africa at the end of May through the first of June. I pray that God will really speak to you through this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 19, 2008, a group of thirty-four students from Auburn, AL departed to dedicate the next eighteen days of our lives in service to the wonderful people of Uganda. As a team, we spent around nine days in Bethany Village, an orphanage through Africa Renewal Ministries, running a VBS for the children and laying the foundation for a guesthouse.  Upon arriving in Bethany, each person on the trip had been assigned to a different house to spend the week with. There were eleven different houses of kids; housing anywhere from twelve to 20 kids, a housemother, and sometimes a housefather. The house that I and two other girls on the trip had been assigned was called the Favor House. It housed twelve children, the housemother, and her daughter. As the week went by I began to wonder, “Lord, how can I leave an impact on the lives of these children in just nine days? What can they learn from our team about how to live for the King?” About halfway through our time at Bethany I came across Matthew 8:1-4: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When he came down from the mountain great crowds followed him. And behold, a leper came to him and knelt before him, saying, ‘Lord if you will, you can make me clean’ And Jesus stretched out his hand and touched him, saying, ‘I will; be clean’ And immediately his leprosy was cleansed. And Jesus said to him, ‘See that you say nothing to anyone, but go, show yourself to the priest and offer the gift that Moses commanded, for a proof to them.’” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator of this world came down from heaven and touched the sick and the lame—which was a foolish deed in the eyes of the world—but in the Lord’s eyes this leper was more than a conqueror. As I continued to look into what kind of impact could be left in just a short nine days, I came to the understanding that everyone needs to feel loved by someone. Whether it is just saying “I’m thinking about you today” or actually reaching out to them like our Lord did with this sick man. The world will tell you they feel remorse for the continent of Africa, where thousands of children are diagnosed with HIV/AIDS daily, but words and actual actions to do something about it are two different things.  In Bethany, I had the opportunity to hear numerous stories about children orphaned due to parents passing away from AIDS. While at the same time, these same kids told me they were thankful for their lives and what the Lord had given them. I noticed that they might know their earthly parents are gone, but they have an eternal Father who will never leave or forsake them. There are individuals all over this nation of Uganda, and all over the world, going to sleep every night dying for someone to give them this hope of knowing that there is an eternal Father that will never leave them. As the realization of how to live out Matthew 8:1-4 set in halfway through our stay at Bethany Village, my mindset changed completely on how to live life. It can be really easy to love the people who from the outside look like they have everything together, but who would want to love a lonely disease stricken child? At times, I am just as guilty of neglecting the kids that might not be the easiest to get a long with, the sick, or the unsightly.  We so often have the mindset that this is someone else’s job, and not our responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to have the opportunity to go to Africa to learn this simple truth about impacting individual’s lives. As I round the corner to bring this car home, you do not have to go to Africa or India to see needy people.  You can see them in your own community. They are people in your neighborhood, class, church, or even at your workplace. I can guarantee that there are countless people in your community longing for you to call them your friend. All it takes is for you to put your trust in the cross while taking a big step out of your comfort zone and allow God to use you to impact His kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Ring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-117291013429565405?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/117291013429565405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=117291013429565405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/117291013429565405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/117291013429565405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2008/07/orlando-update-and-africa.html' title='Orlando Update and Africa'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7IhYE1L-M6g/SIX9oShv3LI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F2ubNwpj8Wg/s72-c/n7002605_37969030_3080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-5193226941804881422</id><published>2008-07-21T00:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:52:50.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the Hirschy Hog Hunt</title><content type='html'>The past 48 hours have been fantastic. My plane touched down in Orlando shortly after typing my last blog post. That night was filled with entertainment at the Hirschy Household. It was good to meet some of his family that is in town for the wedding and also to just hang out and relax. That night I didn’t get to bed until about 2 A.M. and had to wake up at 4 A.M. for our Hog Hunt….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hog Hunt excursion happened to be one of the most fun things I have done in my life. Sam and I woke up around 4 to get over to Publix where we met before we headed down a couple hours south of Orlando. In my car was Sages brother-in-law Jason, Kent (Senior at Alabama), Clay (Senior at Alabama), Josh (Sage’s Cousin), and Sam (Senior at Auburn, my roommate next year). In the other car was Romin (Sage’s Brother), Roger (Sage’s dad), Luke (Works for Sage’s dad with Romin), Sage (Wedding Boy), and Ned (Sage’s Uncle). It took around 2 hours to get down there. Before the hunt we stopped at Micky D’s for some breakfast and then out to the property. Upon arrival we get into this large vehicle, I mean very large that we would be riding around the property in. We had two dogs that served us in the finding of the Hog’s. The dogs would find the Hog and then chase them around until they had them cornered so at that point we could kill them.   This was my first time hunting in any sort of fashion so I was a little timid at first. Luke was the first one to go and kill one of the hogs. Then Sam went and got himself one, a rather large one to say the least. These two guys used pistols to kill their Hog’s but when it came to me next I elected to use the shotgun. I took my seat at the front of the vehicle waiting for the dog’s to bark for us to go see if they were running a hog for me. We were coming up on the hog and the dogs were still chasing it through this thick brush. I took my first shot at it when I could tell where it was at and missed. I then took my second shot and wounded my hog then. We were unsure though where it had gone when I hit it in the back. We then drove around and found it again and I pretty much shot it from point blank but this animal did not want its life to end.  Sage and I hopped out of the vehicle and I shot it one more time and it went down. Sage ran up to it and it was still moving some so he thought he would get a little trigger happy and shoot it with him pistol to make sure it had died. So, that is how I got my hog. It was an incredible adrenaline rush for me. Josh got his after me and then Sage killed his after that. The next story about the hog hunt is a little gory for some to even read about but if you think you can handle it feel free to read it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the house, where our cars were, to drop off our dead hogs when Kent and Clay the two who had yet to go said they wanted to use a knife to kill theirs. The guide immediately made sure they felt comfortable to do it. He told us he would have to get a different dog though; he then called his other co-workers to get out Rocky. This dog was a pit bull that was ready to go in for the kill.  We still had our other two dogs that were in much better shape for running the hog’s long distances.  After Rocky was in the cruiser we were back out on the hunt looking for the hog Kent was going to kill first. After a couple of false alarms, we found the hog we would release Rocky on. He was let out of his cage and headed strait to the hog with Kent a little behind him. As Rocky struck the hog first in the face and then grabbed his ear, Kent came in with his knife and just started stabbing it all over his backside, due to Rocky being on his front side. We were all going nuts, typical guys out in the wilderness stabbing an animal I mean how much better of a man type event does it get.  He ended up taking it down shortly after Rocky attacked him. This whole time Rocky was biting the hog on the ear. It was one of those moments for me when I just was like imagine if that dog was set loose on a human. There is no way a human would survive. After Kent killed his, Clay set out to kill his hog the same way Kent did. He ended up getting one shortly after and after Clay got his we headed back home. This hog hunt was just a good guy trip, I would definitely recommend doing it. I would love to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned back to Orlando in the afternoon to fill the rest of the afternoon swimming at Kent’s place. Clay, Sam, and I went fishing in Sage’s lake where we did not catch anything which was frustrating but still a good time out there. Kent joined up with us for dinner where we ended the night at Cheesecake Factory around 10 P.M.  We were all hungry to say the least. This day was like the ultimate outdoorsmen guy day. It was definitely a blast. I fell asleep around 12 P.M. finding myself sleeping like a puppy because of how much stuff our day had been filled with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today, Sam and I woke up and went to church at my old Church (First Baptist Church of Orlando) and then went to lunch up at the country club. After lunch we had homerun derby at a little league field where I can say baseball is definitely not my forte. This blog is getting to be a little to long so I will post next time about the rest of today and about the message Pastor David Uth gave this morning at church. Thanks for reading my third blog post and I continue to look forward to hear your comments back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Ring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-5193226941804881422?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/5193226941804881422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=5193226941804881422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/5193226941804881422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/5193226941804881422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-all-about-hirschy-hog-hunt.html' title='It&apos;s all about the Hirschy Hog Hunt'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-7421798092338990386</id><published>2008-07-18T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:05:18.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes, Wedding, Thoughts about Life, and Batman</title><content type='html'>Well here I am back again posting live from my seat on Southwest Airlines flight 363 row 20 seat C heading towards Orlando, Florida. No I actually am not posting this on the plane live but am in the process of typing it. For all the non-flyers out there I am sitting in a aisle seat, which has its advantages and disadvantages. One of the many privileges of sitting on the aisle is that you can stretch your legs out into the aisle, but yet at the same time can be one of the biggest disadvantages of an aisle seat when the five year old obnoxious kid (like myself at that age) walks up and down the aisle stepping on the toes of every person on the aisle.  So enough about the current setting I am in and lets get to why in the world I am going back to the city I spent the first ten years of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the day that I was sitting at my desk in Auburn, AL probably just browsing the web or maybe facebook, when Sage walked in to my room to ask me a simple question yet at the same time such an honor. He said, “Nathan, would you like to be in my wedding?” I responded with, “Sure, as what a usher or something?” He followed up with, “No, as one of my groomsmen.” Well at this point I was absolutely thrilled to have the honor to be involved in Sage and Betsy’s wedding. It caught me so off guard because we had some talks a month before this about how he wanted to keep his wedding to just family but then he decided to bring a few of his close buddies in also.  I am heading to Orlando for the next nine days to hang out with old friends from my childhood while at the same time be able participate in Sage and Betsy’s wedding on July 26, 2008. Sage and I knew of each other in elementary school but since he was a year older than me we did not hang out. To make a long story short, I started at Auburn University fall of 2006 where I roomed with my best friend Scott Hosey from Orlando, FL also.  One of our first nights in Auburn he asked if I wanted to go to dinner with two guys from Orlando that were a year older than us at The First Academy. I was all about it and ever since then Sam (my roommate this next year, also in the wedding) and Sage have been two of my best friends. This week will be full of adventures across the city of Orlando so keep posted to the blog to check out what we have been up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sage being the first one of my close friends near my age to get married it brings about many thoughts. I am thrilled for him and Betsy, but then I try to picture myself in that situation. A year from now what if it was myself getting married in less than a week? All of the people who really know me are probably thinking, “Nathan you need to find a girl first, start dating her, and then worry about that.” In my head I realize that realistically I am nowhere near getting married, but it is just a scary thought to think about. Rob Silverii (best friend from highschool and also at Auburn University with me) and I were talking on the way home from diner last night about this topic and I think its easier for girls to dream so big about the day they get married than it is for guys. I was telling Rob about just think about the first day you get back from your honeymoon and you are no longer living with guys in an apartment or house but instead spending the rest of your life with the same roommate. I guess that is why God made marriage so special because to be able to spend 40 some odd years with the same roommate that you love dearly is quite special. I don’t even think right now I could live with Romeo (one of my dog’s) for the rest of my life. With that said though, I think this just proves how much God values who he chooses for you or me to be future spouse. I am absolutely thrilled about this upcoming year to see what God has in store.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I saw The Dark Knight last night with Rob at midnight. It was definitely a great movie that kept my attention pretty much the whole time. Heath Ledger did a phenomenal job of playing the role or may I go as far to say as buying into the role of the Joker.  It is kind of sad to know that he has passed away and I really think that after seeing the movie I now know why he was warned to be careful about taking this role. The movie is definitely not a light film but instead rather dark and gloomy. I would definitely recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this plane is about to land and the blog is getting to long, but once again stay tuned to the blog for hopefully daily post on what is going on in O-Town (Orlando, FL). Last post, I didn’t get to many comments but would love to hear from anyone and everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Ring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-7421798092338990386?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/7421798092338990386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=7421798092338990386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/7421798092338990386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/7421798092338990386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2008/07/planes-wedding-thoughts-about-life-and_18.html' title='Planes, Wedding, Thoughts about Life, and Batman'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815986887374089359.post-4062174664365953515</id><published>2008-07-17T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:49:22.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction/Thoughts</title><content type='html'>First time blog posting. I always thought about having one of these, but at the time I thought I would probably not be able to keep up with it. Here I am though past those thoughts encouraged to really make this happen. I have had many influential people influence my creating of this blog. The list would have to go Francis Chan (pastor out of Semi Valley, California), April Ring Stephens (my older sister who you will I am sure hear about sometime), and Chris Wheeler (Fellowship Student Ministries pastor). So to start I have to thank them for influencing my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like most people know me who would be reading this, but I will give a brief introduction. Born in Orlando, Florida. Moved to Brentwood, TN at the age of 10. Graduated high school in Brentwood and then went onto Auburn University where I am currently a student entering my Junior year as a communications major with a focus on Public Speaking. I desire to go into full time ministry after I finish up at Auburn, during seminary. My family is very important to me. I have three sisters who have taught me a lot growing up. April is 26, Ashley is 23, and Amy Joy is 18. My dad is a evangelist (&lt;a href="http://www.davidring.org/"&gt;www.davidring.org&lt;/a&gt;) and mom has a full time job of making sure my life runs smoothly. For this summer I have been working with Fellowship Bible Church right here in Brentwood, TN as a youth intern. It has been great to see what youth ministry looks like while at the same time hanging out with individuals whom have been very influential in my walk with the Lord. I had a chance to go to Africa in the middle of May to the beginning of June with my campus ministry down at Auburn. Check it out at (&lt;a href="http://www.gracecampus.net/"&gt;www.gracecampus.net&lt;/a&gt;). All of this stuff you will eventually/hopefully hear about in later posts but I said this introduction would be brief so these are the headliners of Nathan Ring's Life. Now onto like a real blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a avid listener to Hillsong/Hillsong United out of Australia and recently I happened to land my hands on a copy of their most recent CD to come out called This is Our God. Once again they have somehow incorporated incredible worship music that I find myself listening to about everyday. If I was musically inclined I would say that the bridge of a song called Desert Song has really hit me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of my life in every season, you are still God. I have a reason to sing, I have a reason to worship" Desert Song - Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert Song story and song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZE33ejdgWIY"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZE33ejdgWIY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself really wondering can I really say that? Can I proclaim that when I am pretty frustrated or just not really wanting to pursue God that I even have a reason to sing or worship? It really just hit me about the love of our Father. Many times I wake up and don't even think about pursuing God instead just move on with my busy life filled with different objectives going on around me. The more I listened to the song I started to think about how my Lord never gives up on us even when we wake up not wanting to pick up the Cross and follow him. God sent his son to Calvary seeing me and you coming down a long road that we cannot face without his mercy and grace overwhelming us. There are so many characteristics about God that I just become so overwhelmed with trying to comprehend. The love that comes from our Father is one of those characteristics. I just challenge you today to think about the love of the Lord Jesus and how when you don't feel like pursuing Him he has never forgotten about you. No matter where you stand spiritually when you call upon the Lord he will meet you right where you are even if you feel like you are not worthy to even call upon his wonderful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where my heart is right now. I am so thankful for a loving Father who meets us right where we are spiritually. My prayer is that I will never become forgetful of what it means to serve a King with all my heart and to remember that it is a daily walk to choose to follow Him daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed. Give me some feedback on what you thought about the first post! Have a great night if your up late reading this or if you are in the middle of your day Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815986887374089359-4062174664365953515?l=nathanring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/feeds/4062174664365953515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815986887374089359&amp;postID=4062174664365953515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/4062174664365953515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815986887374089359/posts/default/4062174664365953515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanring.blogspot.com/2008/07/introductionthoughts.html' title='Introduction/Thoughts'/><author><name>nathanring</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13621401860586526546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
