mike eisenbath

MAN OF THE HOUSE | Everyday achievements reflect who we are

The semiannual edition of my high school alumni magazine showed up in my mailbox recently. I usually look forward to reading about the fascinating exploits of current students and the updates on the lives of my fellow graduates.

Perusing this issue felt different. The more I read, the more I felt sad about our world's view of this life.

The magazine didn't lack interesting stories or tidbits. I read reports about events in which alumni can get involved, recaps of the school's sports teams, physical improvements to the buildings on campus, upcoming class reunions.

MAN OF THE HOUSE | Sharing the spiritual burden

One friend sat in the driver's seat of the car, transporting us on a six-hour journey to the site of our retreat last year. In the passenger seat, another friend kept the driver engaged in conversation.

With the entire backseat to myself, I I began my week of silence a few hours early. As much as possible, I waded into an interior room of quiet. I stared out the window as the world flew past at 70 miles an hour.

MAN OF THE HOUSE | Concern for the future

On Feb. 16, our first granddaughter was born. The emotions elicited that day — and in other national events in the previous days — made me think about what I would write in a letter to her. Here are some of my thoughts:

Dear Madeleine Victoria,

What a glorious, exhilarating day — your actual birthday! So many people had been waiting so many months for your arrival. Indeed, quite a few of us have looked forward to your birth for years. You're the first granddaughter on both sides of your family, the pink-clad apple of many eyes, including both your brothers.

MAN OF THE HOUSE | Our identities are hidden in the love and mercy of God

I had been attending outpatient group-therapy sessions for several weeks. Though my mental health still had much to be desired — my spiritual health, too, for that matter — I had settled into a comfortable place with these people. Not that I was overly chatty, but I talked more than I had in those first few reclusive, virtually mute days.

MAN OF THE HOUSE | Being grateful for the opportunity to play the game

Mike Eisenbath

A look in the mirror often makes me wonder whose face is there. That guy has mostly gray hair, somewhat weather-worn skin and a white beard. It's a serious face with eyes peering somewhere beyond, appearing to be reflecting on something only mirror man might understand.

"He looks a lot older than me," I think. "Probably 50s, maybe getting close to 60. He's probably seen a lot in his life. I'll bet I could learn a lot from that guy."

Of course, I am that guy.

MAN OF THE HOUSE | All around us are disagreements that have gotten out of hand

Every weekday during my 30-minute commute to work, I drive past 15 Christian churches. They're quite diverse, ranging from St. Monica Catholic Church to a large non-denominational one to churches named Ark of Safety, Matthias' Lot and Destiny Church.

Seeing those non-Roman Catholic churches always makes my heart hurt.

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