Showing posts from May, 2012


Hi folks!
I'm not going to be online until about the beginning of next month. I have some stuff to finish up in school. So I won't be reading emails, comments, etc. I'm planning on doing a guitar video when I come back. And you'll all be happy to know that I'm still coming back... I hope. :-)
Till next time!
"Cowboy" Nick

Cry Freedom!

Howdy y'all!
Sorry if the last post was incoherent, sarcastic, anything like that. It took me 45 minutes to complete it late at night. I received an email from CSW a few days ago and I thought I'd share it with you. Let me state right now that because I post their links and writings, I don't necessarily endorse their associations and probably some of their doctrinal stands. The same applies to anything I repost from VOM as well. That said, I am very thankful for both of these ministries and I am certain the persecuted believers are as well.

Now for the email:

Would you keep going to church if it meant you’d be arrested, imprisoned and possibly tortured?
Would indefinite imprisonment in a shipping container or solitary confinement in an underground cell make you renounce your faith? 
Thankfully, these aren’t decisions that you or I have to face every day.  But for Eritrea’s Christians, it’s their daily reality.
Since the government came into power in 1991 it has become inc…

Street Preachin'

[insert formal apology]
I know I haven't posted in a while. I was lost on a mountainside until some of my Tennessee friends sent a search party my way... Actually, I was busy with life. And I like to be anti-social sometimes. So that's why I haven't posted for about one month. I know my readers were about to start a revolution, but you can call it off now because I am actually posting...[end formal apology]
Back to what I started on:
Today we went street preaching / picketing [not sure if that is the right word] / evangelizing with a dear Brother, Pastor Manuel from Lighthouse Baptist Church. Pastor stood on a busy street corner and preached with his bullhorn, while Dad, my friend Josh, Levi, and I carried Gospel signs. No sooner had Dad and I walked onto the sidewalk than two men approached and asked what was up with the signs. Dad told them, but they got a cell-phone call and left. Later on, a man and his girlfriend stopped and asked. They were very interested and asked m…