Purposeful Discipline

I will never actually know the freedom of the Faith outside the focused challenge of disciplining my desires.

One of the most vivid memories of my childhood is the punishment I received for making a mess in the basement of our house when I was a boy. But this is what made it so memorable.

The truth is, I was always a kid who took the rules seriously.

Of course, this didn’t sit too well with my younger brother, who seemed to love getting into mischief.

I was the “good boy.” It made life kind of hard for my brother.