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Like many men, I believed that if I worked hard enough, led well enough, provided enough, and accomplished enough, I would eventually become the man I was supposed to be. Mostly, I wasn't chasing selfish things. I wanted to be a good husband, a good father, a good leader, and a faithful Christian.

What Was He Trying to Show Us? God could have revealed Himself to humanity in countless ways. He could have come as a conqueror. A philosopher. A distant ruler. A consuming fire. A voice from the heavens that never drew near. But when God stepped into human history, He chose to reveal Himself through a Son.

It is possible to affirm the doctrine of Christ’s return while organizing life as if nothing ultimate is coming.

When you are leading from the middle, you rarely control authority. But you can consistently shape understanding. And understanding is often what precedes permission.

Some will tell you to stay small. Some will tell you to stay soft. Some will tell you that growing up is optional.

Men move toward brotherhood — not toward a spotlight on their failures. After a full day of speaking recently, two conversations stayed with me. One was with a father concerned about his unmotivated 14-year-old son. The other was with a man frustrated with his brother — a man he described as a “so-called Christian.” Different situations. Same instinct. Call them out. Expose the problem. Name the failure. Confront the gap. But my counsel to both was the same: Don’t call them o

Figures like Kid Rock and Jelly Roll speak publicly about addiction, failure, and the need for mercy. Their theology may lack depth. But their gratitude is unmistakable. They speak like men who know they were rescued.

There is another failure just as dangerous as ignoring the work God placed inside you — allowing someone else to shepherd it. Not to help carry it. Not to labor alongside it. But to define it, steer it, or reshape it according to their priorities.

Preparation has to happen long before the spiritual wrestling begins. It is what ensures you arrive ready, not scrambling once pressure shows up.

How Sons Respond to Resistance Resistance doesn’t always look the same. Sometimes it’s subtle. Sometimes it’s quiet drag.

A Re-Examination of Leadership in Confused Times** I first wrote about clarity and leadership years ago. I’m returning to it now — not to revise the idea, but to restate it plainly. Some convictions don’t fade with time. They sharpen. The original piece was written from a simple belief: leadership exists to bring clarity, not confusion. Everything else grows from that. A recent statement by Mel Gibson forced that conviction back into focus. After the passing of Pope Francis,

There will be moments when you feel the urge to fight

People came forward trembling — some to give, some to receive. Tears flowed freely. Praise and thanksgiving broke out from those participating and from those simply watching. It felt like the book of Acts had quietly stepped into the room.

A new year doesn’t ask for your resolutions. It asks for your honesty. You already know the patterns you’re carrying forward — the habits you excuse, the questions you keep at arm’s length, the inner resistance you dress up as independence. You’ve learned how to function without clarity. How to stay busy enough to avoid stillness. How to manage life without ever fully yielding it. And for a while, that works. But if you’re honest, something in you knows this: you’re standing

Day was crazy. Bought a new car. But my commitment was to post ... back at it tomorrow. I will post on how God has been gentle with me... -seven

We sat down today — my wife and I — on a simple day date. No big production. No rush. Just space. We laid our plans before the Lord. We talked honestly through the past year — what carried weight, what cost more than we expected, what surprised us. We embraced together what this next year should be shaped by. We named our high priorities out loud. We spoke the hopes of our hearts instead of assuming the other already knew them. Then we got practical. We synced calendars — her

When the noise returns, when the storm breaks, when the pressure mounts — you won’t scramble.

I’m from Louisiana. That is home. Always will be.

I don’t want to use a version of “holy rest” as an excuse to avoid the responsibilities I’ve been entrusted with. Sons are called to build. We’re meant to carry weight. Ambition, when ordered, isn’t a flaw — it’s fuel.

Christmas doesn’t ask you to strive harder or prove anything — it invites you to remember who you are. Sons don’t perform their way into belonging; they receive it. In the quiet between the moments, when the noise fades and expectations loosen, let this be enough: you are wanted, entrusted, and already held. That’s how sons honor the gift — they remember the gift, and they receive the gift. Remembering anchors a son in truth. It reminds him that what he carries was given, not