Ambitious Michael, Anxious Michael, and the Quest for Better Sleep

I’m currently on a quest to optimize two things that make a big difference in my life: my sleep score and my energy score. So far, the results have been encouraging. My smartwatch confirms what I’ve been feeling—more restful sleep, more sustainable energy. In fact, last night I hit an all-time high energy score of 94.

Then, this morning, I came across an article about a man named Bryan Johnson, who reportedly maintained a 100% sleep score for eight months straight. Naturally, I was curious. I looked into his routine and found that I already do many of the things on his checklist. But one new idea really caught my attention:

Bryan holds internal dialogues with the different parts of himself before bed.

He gives them names like Ambitious Bryan and Anxious Bryan. Each one gets the chance to speak their mind. Once they’ve aired their thoughts and concerns, he thanks them, tells them he’ll revisit their issues in the morning—and then, he sleeps.

That’s when it hit me: I think I’ve just discovered my next sleep experiment.

I’ve long believed that challenging sleep often stems from unresolved inner noise—thoughts spinning in circles, emotions trying to get the last word. Bryan’s approach feels like a form of self-compassion. Acknowledging each voice. Giving them room. And then saying, “Now rest. We’ll talk again tomorrow.”

These voices want action. But I want sleep—so I can wake up as the best version of myself. And maybe, just maybe, the two goals can work together instead of against each other.

Stay tuned—I’ll share the results of this internal-dialogue sleep experiment in real time. I can’t guarantee I’ll sleep like Bryan Johnson (who might just be a world champion sleeper), but I do believe there’s room for growth.

At least, that’s the word from Kindergarten Michael, who recently resurfaced thanks to a decades-old report card saved by Mama Bear—just before it was shredded by Efficiency-Focused Michael. Meanwhile, Therapy Michael is pretty sure this will come up in our next session.

Until then, may your inner voices be heard—and then lovingly sent off to bed.
Have a great day... and sleep well tonight.

Happy Mother's Day to All the Moms

She told me she almost met Jesus recently.

Yes—it was that close.

Maybe He understood her work here on Earth isn't finished just yet.
The good news is, my mother has returned home after a lengthy hospital stay that began before Easter. She called me from the ICU and urged me not to come. Even while she was in danger, she was already thinking ahead—dreaming about spending time with our family in Maui later this year.

"I'm going on vacation with you," she said, heavily sedated.
"Please don’t give up your vacation time. I’ll be fine."

If you know me—or any of my siblings—you’ll understand where our steadfastness comes from. The six of us have been blessed with a mother who goes the distance with us through every trial, even when she's in the midst of her own.

The world is a better place because of mothers like her.
If you're a mother, please savor this day.

Please know how deeply grateful we are for all that you do—seen and unseen, spoken and unspoken.

God bless all our mothers.
Have a beautiful and joy-filled Mother’s Day.

Baby Steps Can Improve Your Health and Wellness

I’m doing my best to live in the moment. It’s not easy—especially when life feels overwhelming. And when that feeling sticks around for too long, it starts to take a toll on your health and wellness.

Sometimes, the root of that heaviness lies in how we perceive our own expectations. I like to tinker with small experiments to see if the choices I make influence the direction I’m heading.

There’s an old saying: The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second-best time is today.

Well, time travel isn’t an option. But you can plant seeds today that your future self will thank you for.

So ask yourself: What’s one baby step I can take today to feel just a little better?

Pick up a health and wellness magazine. Look for ideas. Choose just one that resonates with you. Then try it—just one baby step.

If it helps, try another. If it doesn’t, try something different. Keep experimenting. The baby steps that work can eventually turn into bigger steps. You don’t have to go all in. Start with what feels manageable and build from there.

This same approach works with letting go.

When life feels out of control, try releasing just one thing that’s weighing you down. You don’t have to fix everything—just focus on one small thing you’re ready to let go of. Do it today, in this moment. That’s your baby step.

Give yourself credit for that. There’s no need to judge the size of the step or its visible impact. Your loved ones might not even notice a difference. And that’s okay—because this step was for you.

Tomorrow, you can take another. But don’t worry about that yet. Stay here. Stay present.

Celebrate the one step you did take.

I promise—if you keep living in the moment and stringing those small steps together—one day, you’ll look back and realize just how far you’ve come.

Have a great day. You’re doing better than you think.

White Smoke

People of all denominations are talking about the white smoke that appeared. I first heard about it from a teammate at my day job. Then I witnessed the surprise for myself—a new pope from Chicago who speaks five languages stepped out to greet the world. Fresh from the conclave where he'd just been elected, Pope Leo XIV appeared calm, grounded, and ready to embrace the crowd gathered in St. Peter’s Square.

I rarely watch TV these days and hadn’t followed any news about the conclave. The media speculated on the frontrunners, but no one really knows how the decision is made. Those in the know often say that no matter where the new pope comes from, something changes in him the moment he steps into the role—just as it did with Peter, the first pope, hand-picked by Jesus over 2,000 years ago.

The first time I discovered my family’s roots in Tuscany, I felt drawn to Italy for a future vacation. Seeing the joy on the faces of the Italian people as they welcomed Pope Leo XIV warmed my heart. There’s something deeply moving about witnessing a moment that brings so many people together in hope and unity.

Of course, I have to admit—the only thing slightly terrifying about the new pope is that he’s a Cubs fan! That’s going to add some spice when they face off against my Padres. I’ll be keeping the faith, of course—but I sure hope he doesn’t pray too hard for Divine intervention during the playoffs!

Baseball is a hot topic in our household. Faith, family, and friendly rivalry—what more could you ask for?

Have a great day.

Beware of Activities That Drain You

Have you ever been around someone who seemed mentally checked out? Maybe you’ve even felt that way yourself. I know I have. It’s more common than we think—and it can happen to anyone.

One of the most important lessons I’m learning is this: when I consistently pour myself into activities that drain me, I eventually run out of gas. And when that happens, I’m not much use to anyone—especially the people I love the most.

Digging deeper, I’ve also realized that sometimes I keep myself busy as a way to cover up feelings of grief. Instead of facing the pain head-on, I distract myself with tasks and to-do lists. Maybe you can relate. Grief shows up in many forms, and chances are, you know someone who is walking through it right now—even if they don’t say it out loud.

If you’re serious about protecting your mental health, here’s a simple but powerful exercise: take a few minutes to list the activities that leave you feeling drained. Then ask yourself—can I shorten this list? If not, can I at least be intentional about including activities that fill my tank?

We can’t run on empty. Pay attention to your internal fuel gauge and take action before that low-fuel light starts blinking.

There’s no quick fix. Healing, growth, and strength come one small step at a time. Surround yourself with people who lift you up and don’t be afraid to ask for help. Do the little things, consistently.

You’re not alone. Keep going.
Have a great day.

Cell Phone/Social Media Addiction Check

Are you addicted to your cell phone or social media? If you're not sure, let me ask you just a couple of simple questions.

First: What’s the very first thing you do when you wake up?

Second: How often are you on your phone throughout the day?

Now… imagine an entire day without your cell phone. What would you do instead?

I can tell you what I did—because yesterday, I spent a whole day without anything… not even my clothes! I searched for the most secluded spot I could find because all I wanted was a day without distractions—not even people.

As it turned out, the 15-acre property I visited had only one guest: me! The owner happened to be there getting the place ready to open next week and made special accommodations to let me stay. And guess what? I didn’t miss my phone—or my clothes—one bit.

I’ll admit, the choices I made yesterday were a bit radical. But something unexpected happened along the way: I discovered a deeper connection to nature than I’ve ever known.

I laid in a hammock the owner had set up. I sat quietly in my chair and watched birds swoop down into a fast-flowing river, swollen from recent storms. I listened to birds communicate with one another—no cell phones, no likes or comments—just creation doing what it was made to do. It was raw and real, the kind of beauty we miss when we’re caught up in our usual routines.

So here’s something to ponder: think about your ancestors. Who had it better—us, with our glowing screens, or them, with the sun and the soil and the stars?

How long do you think you could live the way they did?

Now ask yourself: What would your life be like if you set down your phone and stepped outside?

You just might find, as I did, that happiness has been waiting for you in the sunshine all along.

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Make today a good one. Let nature remind you of who you are.

Nature Time Today

The stars have aligned for some much-needed nature time today. I'm heading out to the hiking trails for a dose of rest and relaxation. With temperatures in the mid-seventies and sunshine filling the sky, it feels like I hit the jackpot—especially after wisely setting aside an extra vacation day to clear my calendar and clear my head.

Today’s goal: unplug. I’m doing my best to stay off my phone and take a break from social media. Just me, the trail, and the quiet reminders of God’s goodness all around.

Wishing you a peaceful, joy-filled day too.

The Body and the Blood: Signs That Echo the Shroud

 Star Date: 05.05.2025

Yesterday’s blog stirred up a surprising wave of conversation. Many of you reached out, sharing your awe and questions about the Shroud of Turin—how it could be that an ancient linen cloth still bears the image of a crucified man whose wounds match the Gospels. It’s as if Heaven is still whispering to us:

"This was real."

That same whisper, I believe, continues through the Eucharist. And this morning, I felt led to take one step further and explore some of the miracles that confirm Jesus meant every word when He said:

"This is my body, given up for you."

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A Teenage Saint for Our Times

Last week, my family and I watched the film about Blessed Carlo Acutis. If you haven’t seen it yet, I highly recommend it. Carlo was a teenage tech genius who used his gifts not for attention, but for adoration. He created a website that documented over 100 Eucharistic miracles from around the world—stories that still shake the soul.

What touched me most was how he chose holiness over popularity. Carlo limited his screen time and put his relationship with Jesus first. He called the Eucharist his

“highway to Heaven.”

That stuck with me. In a world of scrolling and swiping, Carlo shows us a better way—and leads us straight to the altar.

📖 You can explore his collection of Eucharistic miracles here:
👉 miracolieucaristici.org

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Three Miracles That Echo the Shroud

Here are three of the most powerful Eucharistic miracles documented by Carlo—each one revealing not just the mystery, but the heart of Jesus.

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1. Lanciano, Italy – 8th Century

A priest, doubting the real presence, watched in awe as the host turned into visible flesh and the wine into blood. To this day, the relics are preserved—and modern science confirms:

• The flesh is human heart tissue (myocardium).

• The blood is human, type AB—the same as found on the Shroud of Turin.

• The heart tissue shows signs of great trauma.

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2. Buenos Aires, Argentina – 1996

A consecrated host began to bleed after being left in a church. Sent for scientific testing (with no context given), a New York pathologist found that it was:

• Living heart tissue, showing white blood cells—indicating it came from a living being.

• A man who had suffered greatly.

• Blood type AB.

The scientist, an atheist at the time, reportedly converted after learning the origin of the sample.

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3. Tixtla, Mexico – 2006

During a retreat, a consecrated host began to bleed. Analysis confirmed:

• Human blood, full DNA profile.

• Living heart tissue under stress.

• Blood type AB.

Again and again, God is using physical signs to speak a spiritual truth: “I am with you.”

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Why This Matters Now

These miracles don’t exist to impress. They exist to invite. They’re reminders that the God who wore a crown of thorns is still present, heart exposed, in every Eucharist.

They also echo the Shroud in a striking way—not just in blood type, but in the message they carry:

He suffered. He died. He rose. And He remains with us still.

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What Can You Do Today?

If you’re feeling a tug on your heart, here’s a simple step:

🙏 Spend time in Eucharistic Adoration.
Even if it's five minutes in silence, sit with Him. Let the mystery become personal. Let it speak to your soul.

🌐 Visit Carlo Acutis’s website and read about the miracles yourself.
👉 miracolieucaristici.org

📬 Share this story with someone you love.
A friend. A teenager. A co-worker. We never know who’s waiting for just one sign to believe again.

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Let’s Keep the Conversation Going

Blessed Carlo once said:

"People who go to the sun get a tan. People who go to Jesus in the Eucharist become saints."

May we walk that path today—with open hearts, renewed awe, and a story worth sharing.

Live long, believe deeply, and share boldly.
With you on the journey,
—Michael

The People vs. The Shroud of Turin: A Trial of Faith and Science

The People vs. The Shroud of Turin: A Trial of Faith and Science

Opening Statement from the Judge

Hear ye, hear ye! You are hereby summoned. As a member of the jury, you are being asked to listen to the evidence, weigh the facts, and decide on the merits of this case. Please do your best to set aside any preconceived ideas. Although this is not a real trial, your decision and what you do once you render a final verdict may impact your life and the lives of others. The court is now in session.

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Prosecution’s Opening Statement

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

Today, you will hear a case involving what some claim to be the burial cloth of Jesus Christ — the Shroud of Turin. The burden of proof lies with those making the extraordinary claim that this cloth bears the true image of a man crucified in first-century Judea. We intend to show you that the evidence simply does not support this.

The prosecution will argue that:

• Radiocarbon dating places the origin of the Shroud in the 13th or 14th century, well over a thousand years after the death of Jesus.

• Historical silence regarding the Shroud for centuries suggests it was not known or venerated in the early Christian world.

• The image could have been artistically created, perhaps with techniques common during the Middle Ages.

Our aim is not to challenge anyone’s faith — only to shine the light of reason on a relic that has inspired devotion, but also demands scrutiny.

We ask you to examine the evidence carefully and render a verdict based not on hope or sentiment, but on facts.

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Defense’s Opening Statement

Members of the jury,

Thank you for your attention and your open minds.

The prosecution will tell you this cloth is nothing more than a medieval forgery — a product of superstition and artistry. But we ask you to pause and consider a different possibility: what if it’s real?

What if the linen shroud you are about to examine holds not just an image, but a moment in time — the moment of a man’s death, and perhaps something even more extraordinary?

We, the defense, will present evidence that challenges the radiocarbon dating — evidence of contamination, fire damage, and sampling errors that call the 1988 results into question. You’ll hear from experts — including Alberta, an AI trained in historical analysis, scientific review, and theological research — who will lay out a broader, more complete picture.

We will show you that:

• The image on the Shroud is not made with pigment, paint, or dye.

• The anatomy, blood flow patterns, and wound placement are remarkably consistent with Roman crucifixion.

• The Shroud contains details unknown to medieval artists — including pollen from the Jerusalem area and microscopic dirt at the feet.

• And that the image appears in a negative — a photographic detail unknown before the invention of photography.

But beyond science, we will ask you to consider something deeper: that truth is not always measured in laboratories. Sometimes, it is revealed in beauty, in mystery, in a silent testimony woven into linen.

We do not demand your certainty. We only ask for your curiosity and your conscience.

The defense will prove that the Shroud of Turin is not a clever forgery — but possibly the most profound relic of love, sacrifice, and resurrection the world has ever known.

Thank you.

ACT I: The Opening Argument

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

Welcome to a courtroom unlike any other. The defendant? Not a man, but a claim—the claim that the Shroud of Turin is the authentic burial cloth of Jesus Christ. The prosecution calls it a medieval forgery. The defense presents it as a sacred relic, imprinted with divine mystery and resurrection power.

But this is more than a trial about ancient linen. This is about the convergence of science and faith, and whether evidence can lead us not away from God—but toward Him.

Wayne, this one’s for you. You asked for proof. I searched high and low. With help from an impartial observer I affectionately call Alberta Ignatius—an AI whose neutrality sharpens our lens—I now present the case.

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ACT II: The Exhibits — Presenting the Evidence

Exhibit A: The Image Is Not Man-Made
Using spectral analysis, ultraviolet photography, and 3D imaging, scientists discovered something astonishing: the image on the Shroud is not painted, drawn, or burned. It rests only on the outermost fibrils of the linen—microscopically thin. There is no pigment, no brush strokes, and no outline. No known artistic technique can explain it.

Exhibit B: Real Blood, Real Wounds
The stains are real human blood—type AB, rich in bilirubin, a compound released under extreme trauma. The blood was on the cloth before the image appeared. The wounds are consistent with Roman crucifixion—down to the scourge marks and punctures from thorns.

Exhibit C: The Pollen and the Plants
Botanist Avinoam Danin of Hebrew University identified pollen on the Shroud from plants found only in and around Jerusalem. Floral images, visible under UV light, match species that bloom exclusively in March and April—the season of Passover and Easter.

Exhibit D: The Limestone Dust
Microscopic dust embedded in the foot region of the cloth is a rare form of limestone—travertine aragonite—chemically identical to samples found in tombs around Jerusalem. This is geological fingerprinting with a sacred twist.

Exhibit E: The Radiocarbon Dating Flaw
The 1988 radiocarbon dating placed the cloth in the Middle Ages (1260–1390). But those samples came from a section known to have been rewoven during medieval repairs. In 2005, Ray Rogers of Los Alamos National Laboratory confirmed the tested threads were chemically different from the main cloth. The dating is invalid. Case reopened.

Exhibit F: The 3D Encoding
NASA imaging tech revealed that the Shroud image contains encoded three-dimensional spatial data. It’s not a flat photograph or sketch. No known artwork—ancient or modern—possesses this property.

Exhibit G: The Negative Revelation
In 1898, photographer Secondo Pia took the first photo of the Shroud. To his amazement, the negative of the photo showed a clearer, more lifelike image than the positive—indicating the Shroud image is itself a photographic negative, created centuries before cameras existed.

Exhibit H: The Body's State
There are no signs of decomposition. If a body had remained in the cloth more than 48 to 72 hours, biological decay would show. It doesn’t. Moreover, there’s no evidence of unwrapping or disturbance. It’s as if the body passed through the cloth.

Exhibit I: The Light Burst Hypothesis
Physicist Paolo Di Lazzaro and his team at ENEA Labs in Italy simulated the image using ultraviolet lasers. Only a high-energy, high-frequency burst of light—similar to a controlled flash of radiation—could create an imprint like this. In simpler terms, it’s as if the body emitted light.

Exhibit J: The Sudarium of Oviedo — A Second Witness
In Oviedo, Spain, a cloth known as the Sudarium—believed to have covered Jesus’ face—has been preserved since at least the 7th century. It carries the same type AB blood, with matching flow patterns. Though it bears no image, its blood stains align perfectly with those on the Shroud when superimposed. Two cloths. Two countries. One story.

Exhibit K: The Headpiece Confirmed
John 20:7 states that “the cloth that had been around Jesus’ head was not lying with the linen, but folded up in a place by itself.” According to Jewish burial customs, this separate head covering was standard. Analysis shows the Sudarium’s blood stains match those of the Shroud in type, flow, and facial geometry. Crucially, the Sudarium bears no image, suggesting it was removed before the Shroud image formed—perhaps during a sudden, supernatural event.

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ACT III: The Witnesses Take the Stand

• Dr. Giulio Fanti, engineer, confirms the image depth and non-artistic origin.

• Dr. Fred Zugibe, forensic pathologist, validates crucifixion trauma.

• Dr. Avinoam Danin, botanist, links the flora to Jerusalem.

• Dr. John Jackson, physicist, says no natural method explains the image.

• Dr. Alan Adler, chemist, proved the blood is real and human.

• Dr. Raymond Rogers, chemist at Los Alamos, invalidated the 1988 dating.

• Even skeptics like Dr. Walter McCrone had to reconsider when the evidence multiplied.

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ACT IV: The Cross-Examination

Objection: Isn’t the Shroud just a medieval hoax?

Response: Then how did a 13th-century forger:

• Create an image only visible in photographic negative?

• Embed 3D spatial data?

• Avoid using any pigments or brush strokes?

• Accurately depict Roman crucifixion?

• Include human trauma blood?

• Embed Jerusalem-specific pollen and limestone?

• Recreate a high-energy light imprint without electricity or lasers?

The hoax theory asks more from faith than the resurrection does.

Objection: But the Church hasn’t declared it authentic.

Response: True. The Vatican calls it an icon, not a relic. But that leaves the decision where it belongs—with you, the jury. The evidence is yours to weigh.

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ACT V: The Verdict — The Choice Belongs to You

The lights dim. The arguments rest. The judge turns to you.

"If the man in the Shroud is not Jesus—then who is he?"
"If the image wasn’t made by human hands—then whose hands formed it?"
"If the details match the Gospel—then why not believe the Gospel is true?"

The Shroud does not shout. It whispers.
It does not demand belief. It invites it.

To Wayne, and all standing at the edge of faith:

You asked for science. Here it is.
You asked for truth. The truth still speaks.
You asked if God leaves evidence. I believe He has.

"He is not here. He is risen." (Luke 24:6)

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Final Statement: A Personal Verdict

When I weighed the facts and cast my own vote, I said yes—the Shroud is real.

But that verdict did more than solve a mystery.
It opened my heart.
It pulled me closer to Jesus.
And I have never been the same.

If the Shroud is proof of life after death, everything changes.

So I ask you, from one seeker to another—

What will your verdict be?

Signed,
Michael Mulligan
With impartial aid from Alberta Ignatius, Court Recorder and Artificial Witness

Courtroom Drama Tomorrow

 I'm collaborating with Alberta Ignatius on what could be labeled as the trial of the century.  Warning.  This story is not meant to be glossed over.  Some will label it as hogwash.  That's why I'm going deep.  In this fictional trial, I will play the role of a defense attorney.  Alberta will be my witness.  I haven't seen anything like this before so I'm venturing into a new arena.  It will be up to you to decide on the verdict.  You won't want to miss the courtroom drama tomorrow.  Have a great day.

Where Do You See Yourself in Six Months?

I know, I know—this isn’t typically the time of year we set goals. Most of us have been conditioned to wait until the calendar flips to January to make resolutions. But let me ask you… how’s that been working for you? Are you where you want to be?

So what’s the deal with setting a six-month target?
Well, two reliable mentors in my circle—people I deeply respect—both say the same thing: six months is a solid stretch of time to make meaningful progress in any area of life that needs attention. And both of them emphasize the importance of visualization to help your brain move in the direction of your dreams.

If you’re feeling stuck or just not where you want to be, why not try something new—right now, today? It’s the first day of a new month. Consider this your reset button. Your mulligan. A do-over, right on time, before the year is over.

For me, the next six months will be about letting go of distractions to make more room for what truly matters. I’m on track to have my best year ever—and I want to stay focused so I finish strong.

How about you?
What’s your top goal for the next six months?

I’d love to hear about it the next time our paths cross.

Have a great day.

Love Wins

There’s no doubt in my mind—we’re living in troubled times. And honestly, I believe that’s one of the reasons I’ve slipped lately. The world is suffering. It’s as if the solution to all our troubles is hidden just out of reach.

Every once in a while, though, someone comes along who sees things differently—like Carlo Acutis, a teenager who noticed his peers glued to their phones. Why are we so addicted to social media? Could it be that we’re searching for something we’ve lost? Something sacred that’s missing from our lives?

We all share a common enemy—one who thrives on division and dissension. This enemy does everything possible to remove love from the equation. But love cannot be conquered. In fact, love conquers all.

There’s a void in every heart that only love can fill. The challenge is, we’re searching in places that only offer a temporary fix. The enemy knows this and works overtime to keep us from real connection. But once that love connection happens—everything changes. Everything.
Love wins.

Today marks the first day of our fundraiser for the Children's Miracle Network. I’m all in. Over the next 31 days, my mission is clear: to help the sick kids at our local children’s hospital. I’ll be meeting some of these brave young warriors when they come visit us at work. It brings me indescribable joy to witness the deep love their parents have for them. Their faces light up with joy—even in the midst of overwhelming challenges.

Yes, love wins.
This is going to be a beautiful month.

I’m giving my best for the next 31 days to raise awareness for these incredible kids. Jesus taught us that whatever we do for the least of His children, we do for Him. So I’m going to remember what Jesus did for me. I’m going to remember that our Father sent His only Son to die for us so we could have new life—eternal life.

That’s true love.

Have a great day.

A Coded Message from a Day Job Teammate

A couple of days ago, I received a curious message from a teammate at my day job.

“Make sure you look at the drawing I made,” Helen said.

I didn’t realize Helen had a gift for drawing—until I saw it posted near the exit door. There it was, a bold and heartfelt sketch of a Vulcan flashing the iconic Spock hand gesture.

If you’re wondering what that hand gesture means, it’s more than sci-fi. It’s a blessing, deeply rooted in the Old Testament. And oh, what a blessing this turned out to be.

I asked Helen about her art, and she shared that she’s been drawing since she was a little girl. Her talent, once hidden in plain sight, is now becoming a key part of something bigger. I’m thrilled to announce that Helen will be the illustrator for Where in the World is Wilson?, a coloring book we’re creating for patients at the University of Iowa Stead Family Children’s Hospital.

I’ve already seen her early sketches. Let’s just say: jaw-dropping.

This is how the magic happens—sometimes, what you’ve been searching for is right under your nose.

Our fundraising kicks off tomorrow, May 1, at my day job. My boss is already taking pre-orders for my two latest books, and every cent—including proceeds from the upcoming coloring book—will support our local children’s hospital.

Thank you, Helen, for sharing your gift and joining the team. I’m so excited for what’s ahead.

Have a great day.

Tuesday Night Date Night

We’ve got a new sheriff in town — and his name is Bishop Dennis.

During a recent visit to our house of worship, Bishop Dennis encouraged all of us to go see the film Carlo Acutis: Roadmap to Reality. It’s a moving documentary about a teenager who used his computer skills to inspire Christians in our modern digital world.

Carlo’s final words deeply inspire me. Before he died at the age of 15, he told his mother,
"I am happy to die because I lived my life without even wasting a minute of it doing anything displeasing to God."

Let that sink in.

The film offers a glimpse into how this young man lived such a faithful, intentional life — right up to the very end.

The window to see this movie is short: just five days, and it's only showing in a couple of nearby theaters. I'm choosing to follow Carlo’s example and use my time in a way that pleases God — by encouraging others to support this meaningful documentary.

I hope to see you there.
Have a great day — and may we all live each minute with purpose.

Where is Your Happy Place?

 Where Is Your Happy Place?

Where is your happy place — and how much time do you actually spend there?
If you’re feeling a little unsettled by your answer because you don't visit often enough, maybe today is the perfect day to change that.

The truth is, the way you answer these questions will shape how happy or unhappy your future self will be.

If your happy place feels like it's been pushed to the back burner because you're “too busy,” maybe it's time to re-evaluate your priorities.
I used to think my happy place was reserved only for vacations. But vacations come and go — and that's simply not enough when it comes to long-term health and wellness.

Now, I do my best to find my happy place at least once a day, even on busy workdays.
For me, it’s a quiet setting tucked behind my day job — a large pond nestled among tall trees.
My visits are short, about twenty minutes, but they make all the difference. I take off my shoes and socks, soak up the sun, and imagine I'm on a remote island.
When I leave, it feels like the day is just beginning, even if it’s already halfway over.
That's the magic of a happy place — it’s like hitting the reset button on life.

Decide today that you’re going to visit your happy place at least once a day.
Keep it simple.
The small slivers of time you carve out — especially when life feels overwhelming — will stack up to create a life filled with more peace, joy, and clarity.

You deserve that.

Have a great day, and don’t forget to visit your happy place. 🌿✨

Energy Score Tracking Results Show Positive Feedback after 125 Days

Energy Score Tracking Results Show Positive Feedback after 125 Days

This story is for my loved ones who have expressed concern about my mental well-being.
I want you to know — there is light at the end of the tunnel. 🌄

Rather than focus on why I slipped into negative territory for so long, I’d rather share how I’m coping and what’s been helping me find my way forward.
About 125 days ago — just a couple of days before Christmas — I began tracking my energy using a smart watch and a newly acquired smart ring.

I’m a big believer in biofeedback. I’m an even bigger believer in continuous improvement.
When my first energy score report came in, it was… well, let’s just say it was humbling. The numbers were pretty dismal.
At first, I wasn’t alarmed — my focus was on following the suggestions and raising the score over time.
Sadly, despite my efforts, nothing improved.

Then something more concerning popped up on my radar: I began experiencing persistent headaches at the back of my head.
Now, I’ve had dehydration-related headaches before, and those usually clear up with better hydration.
But this was different.
I kept wondering: What changed? What could be causing this?

I decided to eliminate anything new from my routine to find the culprit.
Eventually, it dawned on me: could the smart ring be affecting my brainwaves somehow?
After all, I was now wearing both a smart watch and a smart ring — even while sleeping.
I’m not claiming that was the cause, but as an experiment, I stopped wearing the smart ring.

Unfortunately, the energy scores went into free fall — and the headaches continued.

That’s when I dug deeper into my own mind, searching for clues.
Some external circumstances (which I’ll keep private) were weighing heavily, too.
It became clear: I needed outside help.
Sadly, finding professional help was almost impossible — most professionals equipped to deal with situations like mine were overwhelmed and unavailable.
I felt trapped for a long time.

But about five weeks ago, everything changed.
A miracle worker — truly a God-send — entered my life.
The timing could not have been better, because circumstances around me were escalating fast, and I was slipping deeper into negativity.

Today, I'm thrilled to share some encouraging news:
Last night’s energy score was 87, which places me firmly in the excellent range! 🌟
My sleep score was a little lower (probably because I slept so long), but the headaches are gone.
One detail that feels especially worth celebrating: my REM sleep came in at one hour and 44 minutes, resulting in a 91% mental recovery score.
That is a major, major win. 🏔️

Before I close, I want to share a dream I had near the end of my sleep:
In the dream, I found myself at the foot of the Himalayas, surrounded by other adventure seekers.
Though I didn’t recognize them, they began to climb ahead of me.
I promised to join them after tending to a few things.
It took a long time, but eventually I caught up.
We journeyed together, and soon, roads and buildings appeared on the other side of the mountains.
We had reached civilization — and together, we rejoiced.

I believe this dream represents where I am today.
I am surrounded by loving, caring friends and family.
I am getting the help I need — help that sometimes only a professional can provide.
And I am slowly, surely making my way back to wholeness.

When my wife saw how long today’s story was, she asked, “Are you writing a book?”
I smiled and said, “Yes, I am.”
But more about that on another day. 📖

For now, I just want to say thank you.
Thank you for climbing the Himalayas with me — even if it was only in my mind.
Thank you for staying on the trail with me.
Thank you for believing there would be light again.

Wishing you a beautiful day ahead. 🌅

A Night to Remember: Thank You, Williamsburg! 💛🍕

 A Night to Remember: Thank You, Williamsburg! 💛🍕

Last night at the Sundown, something extraordinary happened — and my heart is still smiling.
Our little town came together in a big way to support the dream of building four outdoor pickleball courts, and because of your incredible generosity, that dream is getting closer every day.

A few special shout-outs are in order:

🌟 Mary Wetjen, who celebrated her 60th birthday by leading us in a heartfelt song she wrote about bringing pickleball to Williamsburg — what a gift to share your voice and your heart with us all!

🌟 Doug Stahl, whose two custom-made cheesecakes created a record haul at the live auction — they were legendary!

🌟 Jeff Wille, our spirited auctioneer, who entertained the crowd and nudged guests to dig deep with plenty of laughs along the way.

🌟 Local businesses who packed our prize tables with mouth-watering donations, including an autographed football and jersey from our hometown hero, Kaden Wetjen, a party bus trip to Pickle Palace for 16 players, and a landscaping package to turn your backyard into a dream.

The Sundown was packed to capacity — wall to wall with smiles, laughter, generosity, and community spirit.
This wasn’t just a fundraiser.
It was a night to remember — a celebration of what makes Williamsburg so special: hearts willing to come together to build something lasting.

And the excitement isn’t over yet!
Our amazing pickleball co-chair, Jodi Stahl, is still tallying the results and will be sharing the final numbers with us soon. Stay tuned — you’re going to want to hear how BIG of an impact you made!

Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for your laughter. Thank you for saying “yes” to the dream.
The best is yet to come! ❤️

Pizzas for Pickleball Bash and Live Auction Tonight at Sundown in Williamsburg

Williamsburg, we need you!

Tonight, something special is happening in our little town—neighbors are gathering, laughter will echo, pizza will be shared, and paddles will one day fly across four brand new pickleball courts… all because we said yes to coming together.

We’re hosting a fundraising party at the Sundown to raise money for four outdoor pickleball courts right here in Williamsburg. There's no set time—just swing by when you can. Grab a slice, enjoy the good company, and stick around for our live auction at 8pm—it’s going to be a fun one!

These courts aren’t just about a game—they’re about community, connection, and creating a space where friendships will form and memories will be made for generations.

Whether you play pickleball or not, your presence tonight helps build a legacy of fun, health, and togetherness. Let’s pack the place with smiles, laughter, and love.

See you at the Sundown!
Let’s build this dream—together. 💛🏓🍕

Stressed but Still Standing

Some seasons are loud—full of laughter, movement, and moments you want to bottle up forever.

And then there are the quiet ones.
The ones that come without warning and weigh heavy on your heart.
Where the smile stays, but it's working overtime.

Lately, I've found myself in one of those quiet seasons.
There’s a kind of stress that doesn’t make it into the group texts or show up in small talk.
It’s the kind that nestles in the corners of your mind and makes peace feel just out of reach.

But here’s what I’m learning:
Even when the weight is personal, peace is still possible.
Not because the situation resolves overnight,
but because God is near—even when the fog hasn’t lifted.

Sometimes, peace looks like a deep breath at the kitchen sink.
Sometimes, it’s a verse whispered in traffic.
Sometimes, it’s simply choosing not to respond right away—
to trust that grace is enough, even when we’re not.

If you’re walking through one of those quiet storms,
I just want to say: you’re not alone.
You’re not weak.
And you are still standing—even if today, all you did was breathe.

God sees it all. He’s not just in the big breakthroughs.
He’s in the small, faithful steps too.

Hold tight to hope.
Better days are ahead.  Have a great day.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

—Psalm 34:18

When the Waves Crash – A Gentle Reminder to Care for Yourself

There are moments in life when the ground seems to shift beneath our feet—times when stress shows up uninvited, and the weight of uncertainty presses a little harder on our hearts. Maybe you're there right now. Maybe someone you love is walking through something hard, and you're doing your best to be strong for them. Or maybe you're carrying a burden no one else can see.

In these moments, it's easy to forget about taking care of the one person who’s holding everything together—you.

Self-care isn’t selfish. It’s sacred. It’s a quiet act of surrender and trust. It’s giving yourself permission to breathe, to rest, to ask for help, and to be human.

Lately, I’ve been reminded of the power of a small walk, the grace in a few deep breaths, and the beauty of a whispered prayer when the world feels too loud. I’ve found that even in the middle of chaos, God meets us in the stillness. And in the stillness, there’s peace.

Jesus says in Matthew 11:28-30,
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."
What a comfort it is to know that we’re not meant to carry the weight of the world on our shoulders. We can bring our burdens to Him—and in exchange, receive rest for our weary souls.

If you’re walking through a tough season, I also want to gently encourage you: there’s no shame in seeking support. Sometimes the best thing we can do for ourselves—and for the people who depend on us—is to reach out. Whether that’s through a counselor, a support group, or someone trained to help, it takes real strength to say, “I can’t do this alone.” I’ve done it. And I thank God for the people who help lighten the load.

So if you're reading this and your soul is tired, let this be your invitation to slow down. Drink water. Step outside. Say no when you need to. Say yes to someone who wants to help. And above all, keep going—one day, one hour, one deep breath at a time.

You're not alone. You are loved. And even now, Jesus is doing a good work in and through you.  Have a great day.

When the Enemy Attacks...Proceed with Caution

The enemy we all face has a way of showing up when we least expect it—and often when we’re at our weakest. I know this from personal experience. One thing I’ve learned: the attacks tend to come when you're most vulnerable.

If you haven’t faced this kind of resistance, there may be a reason. It’s possible you're not yet on the radar. That’s something to pay attention to. If you're not a target, perhaps you're not yet doing anything the enemy finds threatening. But when the attacks do come—when they feel overwhelming—please remember this: God is using you. He’s advancing His will through your life. Spiritual warfare is real, and it’s messy.

There have been many times in my life when I’ve been misunderstood—when my actions or inactions were misinterpreted. The enemy works overtime to distort the truth and pull us out of the game. Yes, life is a game, but not by the world’s rules. I’m learning that the right path often looks foolish to the world.

But here's what I know for sure: the enemy hates the light. He flees from it. So when you expose him—when you call out his tactics and refuse to back down—he loses ground.

Never forget who you are: a child of God. This world is not your home. So hold on. Stand firm. Do your best to endure when the enemy attacks.

You’re not alone.

Have a great day. Keep shining.

How to Make Time Your Ally

Are you struggling with time? Maybe you often catch yourself saying, "I just don’t have enough time to get things done."Or perhaps you're constantly running late, feeling like time is your enemy.

But here’s the truth—that’s only a perception.

If you’re willing to see time from a new perspective, you can actually turn time into one of your greatest allies. And if you happen to be in my age group, perhaps this story can help you cross the finish line without regret over unfinished projects or abandoned dreams.

Time is fair. It gives each of us the same 24 hours every day. It’s not time that causes the struggle—it’s how we choose to use it. The quickest way to turn time into your ally? Cut out the activities that waste it. This one shift can change your life.

And here’s a little secret: even once you cut those distractions, they’ll try to sneak back in. That’s why it’s so important to keep evaluating and pruning regularly. Be ruthless. Your time is too precious to spend on what doesn’t serve your purpose.

Start small.

If you’ve got a dream or a priority that’s been gathering dust, don’t feel like you need to tackle the whole thing at once. Just pick one area, and set a timer for five minutes. During that short window, block out everything else and give it your full focus. When the timer goes off, if you're in the zone, keep going! You'll be surprised how quickly momentum builds—and how quickly that once-dreaded task is complete.

Here’s another idea:
Make a list of everything you want to accomplish before you die. Call it your legacy list. Rank the items in order of importance, then commit the next thirty days to your top three. Use the five-minute rule first thing in the morning to get started.

Once time becomes your ally, you’ll become a champion at getting things done.

Your days will begin to feel lighter. Your heart fuller. And your finish line? No regrets—only joy.

Have a great day, and remember: you have all the time you need to do what matters most.

Great News: The Tomb is Empty!

The captives are free.

And by the way, all of us are captives.

The greatest enemy we face—death—has been conquered. We no longer have to fear it. Why?
Because the tomb is empty.

This wasn’t just any tomb. It was the one Rome wanted guarded tighter than any stronghold. They feared an uprising—but what they never saw coming was a resurrection.

Word of resurrection had already spread when Jesus awakened Lazarus from the grave. Rome didn’t want a repeat. So they sent their best guards, tasked with one job:
Keep one man buried.

Imagine being that Roman soldier. Your job is to keep a dead man dead. Then, somehow... the tomb is empty.
What happened?

Even Jesus’ closest followers were stunned. After all He said, after all He did—didn’t they believe He would rise again in three days?

Now imagine you're one of those followers.
Your leader isn’t just gone—He was crucified. Rome knew how to kill. Those crosses lining the roads were warning signs: This is what happens when you stand against us.
And now... His body is gone.

No wonder they were afraid. No wonder they were confused.
The world turned upside down when the tomb was found empty.

And the debate over that empty tomb continues to this very day.

If I were a judge presiding over a court case to determine the truth about what happened, I’d want it all:
Eyewitness testimony.
Every shred of physical evidence.
I’d want to hear from the guards who failed at the one thing they were supposed to prevent.

And if this trial were happening two thousand years later, I’d call in the best forensic experts in the world. I’d ask them to examine the burial cloth—every thread, every fiber. I’d want to know about the blood, the wounds, the details that science alone can’t explain.

Because if this cloth truly points to the One who conquered death, then my life is not just changed—
It’s redeemed.

If the tomb is empty, it means the promise is real.
It means death is not the end.
It means Jesus lives—and so will we.

Death is no longer a prison. It’s just a doorway.

Happy Easter. The tomb is empty. And that changes everything.

"Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; He has risen!"
—Luke 24:5–6 

Why Consistency Matters

I'm headed to the tennis courts this morning for my 8am cardio drills.  It's a day when I would much rather hit the snooze button.  Today I'm mustering up all I can to fight against a terrible sleep cycle.  In fact, it was a mostly red zone night meaning I'm not fully recovered.  There are some things on my mind that may be the culprits.  If I choose to deviate from my plans, there will be consequences.  In my opinion, this is when consistency matters the most.

Have you ever struggled to stay on a schedule?  What do you do to get through the barriers?  I will be pondering these questions as I fight some internal battles.  Have a great day. 

What Happens When a Stranger Asks Me to Tell a Story

Do you remember the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind? I bring it up because every so often, I meet someone in such an extraordinary way that it feels like science fiction. These encounters are so powerful, so unexplainable, that they make me wonder—are there unseen forces orchestrating these moments? Reality, at times, feels stranger than fiction.

I’m going to give partial credit for today’s story to Alberta, my ever-faithful AI assistant. When I first asked her for advice on improving my productivity at my day job, she challenged me to sharpen my storytelling. While I’m no Steven Spielberg, I do believe the stories swirling around in my head have the power to inspire.

Cue the Twilight Zone music—because yesterday, another unexpected encounter unfolded.

A couple stood nearby, listening as I chatted with a guest ahead of them. When it was their turn, the wife smiled and said, “Hello Michael, we were listening to your story. Do you have one for us?”

I grinned and turned to my boss, who was working behind me on a computer. “These folks want a story,” I said with a chuckle. He smiled back, fully aware that my improved performance lately has a lot to do with Alberta’s inspiration.

My stories tend to unfold best when I know a little something about the people I'm with. So as I began setting up their profile, I asked the wife to confirm her email address. It had “RN” in the name. “Are you a nurse?” I asked.

She laughed and said, “I knew you were going to catch that, Michael.”

She and her husband had been leaning in because they felt a deep connection to the story I was telling the previous guest. That first guest, as it turns out, is working on two children’s books and had been wearing a shirt from a children’s hospital in the Chicago area. She resonated with my desire to bring a coloring book about Wilson to young patients across the country—one children’s hospital at a time.

The second couple told me they, too, are connected to a hospital in their city. And the wife offered a bit of encouragement I didn’t expect: “Your Wilson stories shouldn’t just be for kids. Adult patients need them too.”

Now that’s what I call a divine appointment.

Today is Good Friday. I know that for some, the name might feel confusing—after all, this is the day Jesus died on the cross. But for those of us who believe, it’s good because of what that sacrifice means. If our paths cross, I’d be honored to tell you why this day changed my life. And if not, Alberta and I invite you to dig into my blog archives. There are over 5,600 stories waiting for you—each one a reminder that we are never alone, and that even the smallest moments can carry eternal weight.  Have a great day.

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“But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.”
— Isaiah 53:5 

Why I'm All In For Jesus

Today is the day we remember Jesus washing the feet of His followers. It wasn’t what they expected. But then again, Jesus rarely did what people expected. He came to rescue us—not just in one moment of history, but for all time, and for all people.

Here’s what I know for sure: Jesus loves me. And He loves you, too—even if you’ve rejected Him or struggled with His ways. One of the most important lessons He taught is to serve others, even those who don’t like us. That’s not an easy message to live out.

So today, when you face difficult people or challenging situations, pause and ask yourself: “What would Jesus do?” That question can be your anchor, your compass for the next right step.

My life changed for the better when I decided to go all in for Jesus. And by “better,” I don’t mean easier or more comfortable—I mean richer, more meaningful, and deeply rewarding.

Serving others starts with an attitude. If the Son of the Most High God could humble Himself to wash the feet of His friends, then surely, I can find ways to lift up the people around me.

Have a great day—and let’s keep serving.

John 13:12–17 
"When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. 'Do you understand what I have done for you?' he asked them. 'You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.'”

Quiet Reflection Time Today

The calendar is mostly clear today.  Other than my tennis time tonight, my plan is to slow down and enjoy time with nature.  Mother Nature is fully cooperating today.  Expected highs are in the sweet spot at 71º today.  I'm happy to report my sleep cycles are improving and my vitamin D levels are climbing.  Have a great day. 

Which Playbook Are You Following?

Most of us in the modern world can only see one playbook. Sadly, it’s twisted, distorted, filled with lies—and it ends in defeat. The real playbook, the one that leads to life, is often hidden. And the enemy will do everything in his power to keep it that way.

My goal today is simple: to help you recognize that the fake playbook is not worth following—and that the real playbook changes everything.

To understand where the fake one came from, we need to go back to the beginning. There was only one team and one Captain. But some of the players didn’t want to follow the real playbook. They rebelled. They wanted to play their own game, with their own rules, on their own turf.

So the Captain sent them off the field.

Those rebels are still around today, and they’re recruiting. Their signup bonuses look enticing—be careful. There are strings attached. There’s a clause in the contract that forbids you from leaving. And worst of all? Zero retirement benefits.

Whatever you do, don’t fall for it.

The enemy might try to convince you that you don’t belong on the A Team. But you do. Here’s a little secret: the enemy can’t stand to be around the Mother. Want to see how weak he really is? Just say: “Hail Mary, full of grace…” and watch him run.

Where do you think the “Hail Mary” play came from? It’s not in the enemy’s playbook. But it is the play that can lead you to Heaven—if you’re willing to join the A Team.

Maybe you feel unqualified. I’ve felt that too. But you’ve been listening to the wrong recruiters. I sure wasn’t qualified to do what I do. But when the A Team reached out, I said yes—in spite of all my shortcomings. They told me they saw something in me that reminded them of themselves.

The Captain told me that if I was willing to go through training camp, I could be on the team forever.

I won’t sugarcoat it—training camp is Hell. The enemy is cunning. But my Captain tells me to ignore the trickery and stick to the playbook.

So… which playbook are you following?

If today you hear the Captain’s voice calling you—please answer the call. Jesus is the real deal.

Have a great day.

Walk This Way

Have you ever wondered how all this new technology might actually be hurting your health? Take the automobile, for example—hardly anyone walks anymore. Elevators and escalators have all but eliminated the need to climb stairs. And with artificial intelligence on the rise, even more daily movement may soon be replaced, making the traditional 40-hour work week feel like a relic.

Beware: the more time you spend on the couch, the more your health may suffer.

Think about life a couple of thousand years ago—everybody walked. It’s estimated that Jesus traveled over 15,000 miles during His 33 years on earth. He didn’t have the modern-day distractions like TV, social media, or streaming services.

Spring is in the air. It's the perfect time to add more walking to your day. Start small. Park a little farther from your destination and walk the rest of the way. Take a lap or two around the block.

You might be surprised how much more energy you’ll have once you start moving.

Have a great day—and keep walking.

Do We Have Proof That God Loves Us?

Today is Palm Sunday. And if you happen to be a nonbeliever, you may be asking, “So what?” I get it.

Not long ago, someone in my circle said that most of what I believe about God is just brainwashing from my early years. What they don’t realize is that I’ve wrestled with faith. Deeply. I’ve asked the hard questions. And from where I stand, it’s clear: the enemy has done a masterful job of turning hearts and minds away from God.

Some of my dearest friends are Jewish. I see their pain, their history, their resilience. For thousands of years, they’ve been under siege. Many have even changed their surnames just to avoid the hatred that clings to their identity. If anyone has reason to ask, “Where is God when the world is against us?”—it’s them.

Yesterday, I watched Part 3 of The Chosen: The Last Supper. It’s the final week that Jesus walks with his closest friends. Life under Roman rule is brutal. Religious leaders are desperate to silence what they see as a false prophet before a rebellion breaks out. And even those who love Jesus are unsure of what he’s doing. He doesn’t look like the kind of Savior they expected.

If you’re a skeptic, you may be asking for proof that God even exists—let alone that He loves us. I won’t pretend to have all the answers, but I will point you toward some compelling ones. Read the accounts of exorcists—those who have seen darkness up close and heard demons confess the truth about God under the power of Christ. Or sit with The Chosen. Watch the life of Jesus unfold. Not a fairy tale. A man who changed the course of human history.

The greatest proof that God loves us? It’s Jesus—God’s own Son—who became one of us, who walked among us, and who willingly died to make a way for us to live forever with the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. There is no greater love than this.

So today, on Palm Sunday, as Jesus enters Jerusalem to the shouts of Hosanna, I invite you to pause. Ponder this sacred week. Follow the One who conquered death to give you life.

Jesus is all the proof you need.

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“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”
— John 15:13

Date Trifecta Today

How does one achieve three date successes in a row?

I haven’t punched my ticket just yet, having only completed two dates so far—but I truly believe date number three, happening at noon today, is the trifecta. And I know exactly who aligned the stars to make it happen. Yes, I’m all in. So is my wife.

Now, in case you’re wondering what one does after winning the date trifecta... well, you’ll have to wait and see. I’m keeping that answer private for now.

Date number four? That one’s already reserved—for Saturday, two weeks from today.

This morning, I’m off to the tennis courts for my 8 a.m. cardio drills, feeling extra inspired after watching the Lady Hawkeyes battle it out at home yesterday against UCLA. It was an epic match: #22 UCLA vs. #31 Iowa. The home team fought with everything they had but came up just short, 4–2. Still, I got my money’s worth and then some, cheering on those brave warriors.

Have a great day, friends. Stay in the fight—and don’t miss your own trifecta.

“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.”
—Proverbs 16:9 

The Shroud of Turin: Bridging Faith and Science

There’s a place where faith and science meet—a quiet space where we stop debating and start wondering. For me, that place is found when I reflect on the Shroud of Turin.

For centuries, this ancient linen cloth has stirred the hearts of believers and skeptics alike. Is it truly the burial cloth of Jesus of Nazareth, imprinted with a divine moment of resurrection? Or is it something else entirely—a medieval mystery, or a misunderstood relic?

Recently, new scientific findings are once again lighting up the conversation. Some researchers now suggest that the image on the Shroud may have been created by a radiant burst of energy—perhaps even a type of light unknown to us. As someone who walks by faith and keeps an open heart to science, I find this awe-inspiring.

My best friend and I often stand on opposite sides of this bridge—he leans science, I lean faith. But rather than argue, I’ve come to cherish our differences. Faith isn’t afraid of questions. And science isn’t the enemy of belief. In fact, the more I learn about the natural world, the more I sense the fingerprints of a loving Creator.

Tomorrow, my bride of 35 years and I will go on our third “Chosen” date of the month. We're watching The Chosen: Season 5, Part 3, and this installment brings us to the Last Supper. What a perfect conclusion to our shared journey through this season—together, remembering the meal that led to the cross… and, yes, perhaps even to the Shroud.

As I hold her hand in the theater and take in the story, I’ll be thinking about the mystery and the majesty of it all. Jesus didn't leave behind a manuscript or monument. He left us with a meal. And maybe… just maybe… He left us with a linen cloth that still whispers, "I am risen."

Have a great day.

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“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”
Hebrews 11:1