Faith, family, work, and life - all intertwined.
Permanent deacon of the Diocese of Springfield in Illinois. Husband, father of four sons, builder of Catholic technology, and writer of essays, fiction, and homilies.
Your day job is what pays you. What you build on nights and weekends is what calls you. Pay attention to the difference - it's trying to tell you something.
Notice what Jesus says: "You ARE the light of the world." Not "try to be the light." Not "work really hard to become the light someday." You ARE the light. Right now. By your baptism.
On clarity, flywheels, and the formation house I didn't know I was building For months, I've been praying for clarity and courage.
I started running at 46.Not jogging. Not "getting back into it." Starting from zero.I couldn't run a mile without stopping. My body hurt. My lungs burned. Every
We read the Beatitudes like a spiritual to-do list. Be meek. Check. Be merciful. Check. Be a peacemaker. Check. But that misses the point entirely.
I send at least one handwritten note every week.It's slow. It's inefficient. It can't be scaled. And it lands differently than anything digital ever will.The pe
"At once they left their nets and followed him." "Immediately they left their boat and their father." Not "let me think about it." Not "after I finish this project." Not "once my life is in order." At once. Immediately.
Somewhere around mile eight, I hit the Presentation again. I run with a finger rosary. It's the only way I've found to pray consistently through a half marathon - my mind wanders, my legs burn, but my thumb keeps moving bead to bead.
It was the summer of 1994 when I kept my vigil in the Order of the Arrow. The OA is Scouting's honor society - you don't apply; your peers select you.
Everyone tells you what to do in your 20s and 30s.Work hard. Build skills. Climb the ladder. Prove yourself. Provide for your family.The path is clear. The metr
There's a moment at Disneyland that gets me every time. You walk through the tunnel beneath the train station, the sounds of the outside world fading behind you. And then you emerge onto Main Street, U.S.A., and the world opens. The castle rises in the distance.
I send at least one handwritten note every week. It's slow. It's inefficient. It can't be scaled. And it lands differently than anything digital ever will