What Clarity Feels Like
A weekend full of ministry - and the deepest peace I've felt in years
Faith, family, work, and life — all intertwined
I'm a husband, father of four boys, Catholic deacon, and 30-year veteran of media, marketing, and tech consulting and leadership roles, including 18 years at Adobe. I write about the intersection of faith and every day life — because they were never meant to be separate.
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A weekend full of ministry - and the deepest peace I've felt in years
A banner on a fence - and the answer the Church gives this week
During the Eucharistic Prayer, as the priest raises the sacrifice to the Father, I stand to his right. It's my proper place. The rubrics say so.
On clarity, flywheels, and the formation house I didn't know I was building For months, I've been praying for clarity and courage.
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.