I was nervous about a big step. Driving the 405. And something small showed up right when I needed it.

I’ve been sitting with something quiet for a while. Not the noise about the economy, but the older way the Church has seen work, ownership, and family.

Today is my mom and her twin sister Connie’s birthday. I’m looking at this old picture of the two of them, both smiling, both full of life. Same blood. Same history. And as I look at it, I’m reminded of something I probably don’t stop often enough to say. A mother matters. She matters to a young man trying to figure out how to become a man. She matters to a daughter learning what it means to be strong while still being tender. God gave men a big responsibility as the head of

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