
Before I built anything online, I managed a sawmill in Canada. Not exactly a tech origin story — but callings don’t check your resume first.
I’ve been building online businesses since 2004. Before YouTube existed. Before most people knew what a membership site was. But the story that changed everything started in 2010.
My phone rang in the middle of the night. A hospital in Las Vegas. My father was in heart failure — and they were calling for my permission to stop resuscitation.
Both my parents had been in a car accident a week earlier. Both in ICU. Both healing, cleared for the air ambulance home. Then his heart failed. I was alone in an unfamiliar city, my wife and kids a thousand miles away, and grief hit me like a hurricane.
Then my online business — a site I’d grown to over 300,000 email subscribers — collapsed. I didn’t see where the market was heading. I didn’t respond fast enough. By the time I realized, it was too late. The weekend I admitted defeat is still viscerally remembered in my gut.
Then the anxiety. The gut-clenching, wake-you-in-the-middle-of-the-night kind. I believed providing was my responsibility — full stop. My uncle, a lifelong counselor, missionary, and pastor, challenged me: “You are replacing yourself with God as the provider.”
That cracked me open.
It was in the silence — in Christian meditation, not emptying my mind but filling it with God’s presence — that I met with Him in a way I hadn’t before. The practice didn’t argue me out of my storms. It walked me through them. And I found that He, not I, was enough.
In 2016, I launched MeditateOnChrist.com to share what I’d found. It grew to 19,641+ subscribers — people across the US and Canada dealing with anxiety, grief, depression, and spiritual dryness writing to say it was working.
Have you been there? The place where your deepest pain becomes the seed of the thing you’re meant to build?