A Life On Purpose

It was getting late last night when a notification went off on my phone. I looked at the screen.

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| Angela: “Hey! It’s been a minute, remember me???”

Oh, I definitely remembered.

We met about four years ago at a party. Within a few hours, we were tearing each others clothes off and having wildly passionate sex.

It was one of those nights you don’t forget. We had messaged each other a few times afterward, but had never met up again. I’m not sure why - she only lived an hour away.

My heart was racing as I stared at her message. I replied.

| “I sure do. How have you been?”

We flirt back and forth for a few minutes and I ask her if she wants to get together this weekend. She was down

But then something shifted. Reality began to set in. I started to second guess myself.

This isn’t a woman I want to get serious with. She isn’t going to be the mother of my children.

The last time we were together, we were both drunk and high. I was deep into a lifestyle that no longer reflects who I am. At the time, I was smoking weed daily - between the time I got home from work until I went to sleep, and then I would wake and bake all day on the weekend. I even owned a grow tent and was producing my own crops.

It had taken over my life. So I quit. Cold turkey.

It wasn’t easy but it was necessary. It was holding me back.

Around that same time, something else was stirring inside of me - Christianity

I was raised in the Dutch Christian Reformed Church, but had drifted away in my twenties. For years, I tried to fill the void with New Age spirituality: yoga, meditation, psychedelics, crystals, gurus. It scratched the surface but never got to the root.

Christianity was calling me home. But as I looked around at the modern church landscape, I was disappointed. So many churches felt weak, watered down, and afraid to offend. Rainbow flags out front. Sermons that felt more like TED Talks than truth. Pastors were espousing the exact same values as every major corporation, Hollywood celebrity, crooked politician, and Netflix special.

I wasn’t sure what to do. Most Christian churches weren’t cutting it. Catholicism had some appeal, but it had problems of its own. I started digging in to the various denominations hoping at least one of them was taking the faith seriously.

Eventually I came across the Eastern Orthodox Church - and that’s when everything started to change.

I knew nothing about the Church Fathers, the Saints, or the Great Schism. I assumed the Orthodox churches were just cultural: Greek, Russian, Serbian. I didn’t realize they all traced their roots directly back to the Apostles. That Orthodoxy is the original Church. That it has preserved the ancient faith—unbroken—for 2,000 years.

Through communism, Islam, empires and revolutions, it’s still here. Still standing tall.

My first visit was overwhelming: incense, icons, chanting, standing for most of the service. People performing the sign of the cross dozens of times. It was beautiful. It felt alive. Reverent. Real.

After the liturgy, there was coffee and food. I met real Orthodox Christians. They welcomed me, answered my questions, and listened to my story.

That was over two years ago. I became an inquirer, then a catechumen. And this past Pascha, I was chrismated into the Antiochian Orthodox Church.

Today, my life looks completely different.

I work out - a lot. I pray daily. I read constantly. I take on renovation projects around my condo. I serve at my parish. I’ve built deep friendships with men who challenge and support me. In a few months, I’m going to be starting flight school to get my pilots licence.

This isn’t to brag, but to show what’s possible when you’re committed to a higher purpose.

Just a few years ago, I was a lonely pothead, chasing casual sex and wasting time. Now, I’m building something. It started off slowly — but now the momentum is real.

That’s what this publication is about.

It’s for men who are tired of numbing themselves.
With Sex. Weed. Booze. Gaming. Distractions.

Men who know they were made for something more—
Not comfort. Not entertainment. But purpose.

Men who feel the weight of modern life and know there’s truth buried somewhere beneath it all.

It’s for those who are ready to take ownership.
Of their body. Their choices. Their faith. Their future.

To live with discipline. With clarity. With direction.
To live with intention. And to walk a deliberate path.

Whether you're already on the journey or just getting started—if you want to leave behind habits that no longer serve you, level up physically, live with integrity, and root your life in something deeper—this is for you.

I’ll be writing regularly about faith, fitness, discipline, purpose, and the hard lessons I’ve learned along the way.

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Now if you’ll excuse me…

I need to message Angela back and tell her that I won’t be coming to her place this weekend.

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