They Shall Not
Be Forgotten
This is an act of worship before it is anything else. The prayer cards, the saints, the marriage work, the studies — all of it is offered to God first.
Why This Exists at All
I have built businesses before. I know how to make money. That is not what this is.
For a long time I built things and sold them and built again. I was good at it. And somewhere inside that cycle, a question kept returning that I could not answer: how do I give my work — actually give it — to God? Not just pray before bed. Not just go to church on Sunday. I mean the way a monk gives his life when he is tonsured. Everything.
I started a new business. It began to grow. And I made a decision I had been circling for years: I was going to stop building things to sell and start building something to give directly to God. That was the whole of it. Everything else followed from that one choice.
The day I decided — before I had done anything yet — was the best business day I had ever had. Months of revenue arrived at once. Then came offers to buy the business. I sat with it. I prayed over it. And I came to believe the timing was not coincidental. I had made a decision before God, for God, and the world decided to give me every reason to change my mind at exactly that moment. I thanked the people who reached out. I turned them down. I deleted the website, I ended the business. I could have sold it, or left it running passively, but that felt like not putting 100% faith and trust in God to provide.
What followed was not a season of peace and confirmation. What followed was one of the hardest periods of my life. My wife and I both felt the weight of it. The ground became uncertain. Things moved slowly. Looking back, I now recognize what it was: the dark night of the soul, which many of the saints describe as the thing that often follows a real act of faith. It does not last forever. And it did not.
This website — these prayer cards, these articles, this marriage work — is what came after. I want to be honest that I do not always feel like I am doing enough, or doing it well, or doing it right. I am just trying my best. That is the truest way I know to describe it.
I had decided to stop building things to sell, and to start building something to give directly to God. That was the whole of it. Everything else followed from that one decision.
I am a husband learning to love his wife the way Christ loved the Church. I am a researcher working to preserve every saint from every apostolic tradition. I am not a monk — but I am trying to live like one from where I am standing.
Everything Here Comes From These Two Things
I have two passions that shape everything on this site. They are not separate endeavors. They are the same commitment, to offer everything to God, lived in two directions: one inward, in the privacy of a marriage; one outward, in the public record of the saints.
Loving My Wife as Christ Loved the Church
Ephesians 5:25 is not a marital tip. It is the most demanding standard ever given to a spouse, and for most of my marriage I was measuring myself against a much lower bar. I was present. I was not unkind. I worked hard. I thought that was enough.
The shift came when I stopped asking "Am I a good husband?" and started asking "Am I loving her the way Christ loved the Church?" Those are completely different questions. One is about me. One is about her. When Ephesians 5:25 stopped being a verse I admired and became a daily demand I tried to meet — quietly, consistently, one choice at a time — our marriage became something neither of us could have built on our own.
This is my first calling. Not a program I sell. Not a curriculum I developed. A life I am living, imperfectly, daily, alongside my wife Ashley. The marriage coaching and the books that exist on this site grow from that — from what we have actually built together, not from what we studied.
Cataloguing and Preserving Every Saint
The Christian East has produced more saints than any library can hold, and most of them are disappearing. Not through malice. Through neglect. Through the slow erosion that happens when a tradition shrinks, when a language is no longer spoken, when a monastery closes and the manuscripts scatter.
I want to catalogue every one of them. I want every bit of information about them gathered in one place so people can find them, learn from them, and pray to them. I search especially for the obscure: the ones who exist as a single paragraph in an old document, a footnote in a martyrology, a name mentioned once in a colophon and nowhere else. People who may not have had a prayer offered to them in centuries.
People sometimes ask whether this kind of work still matters now that AI can answer almost anything. The answer is yes, and the reason is simple: even AI needs something to be trained on. If the knowledge does not exist somewhere on the internet, it does not exist anywhere the next generation can find it. Someone has to put it there. This site is my attempt to do that.
I hope this work outlasts me. I hope it remains long after I am gone as a place where the forgotten are found, where the obscure are remembered, where every holy person who followed Christ — regardless of which hand they made the sign of the cross with — can be read about, and prayed to.
What Happens Here
Both callings express themselves through the same work, on the same site.
Preserving the Saints
I research the lives of holy people from every apostolic tradition — Orthodox, Eastern Catholic, Oriental Orthodox, and all those whose lineage traces back to the Apostles. If a disciple of our Lord Jesus Christ began your tradition, then every holy person who followed in that tradition deserves to be remembered. Holy people, regardless of which hand they made the sign of the cross with, deserve to be venerated.
I search especially for the obscure, the forgotten, the ones who exist as a single paragraph in an old document or a footnote in a martyrology. I hope this work outlasts me. I hope it remains as a place where people can find saints they need, saints who might otherwise be lost entirely.
Making Prayer Cards by Hand
Every card is made to order, one at a time. While I work — printing, cutting, laminating — I pray the Jesus Prayer for the person who ordered the card and the person who will receive it. I ask the saint on the card, by name, to intercede for them. The person receiving the card never knows prayers were said for them while it was made. That unknowing is part of what makes it beautiful.
The monks of Mount Athos make prayer ropes — every knot a prayer, the work and the prayer the same thing. This is my version of that, from where I am standing.
Made One at a Time.
Prayed Over, Every One.
Nothing here sits in a warehouse. There is no batch printing, no assembly line, no anonymous production facility. When an order comes in, I make that order. I print it, cut it, finish it by hand, and I pray while I do it.
I care especially about saints who are rarely seen outside their own tradition — Syriac, Coptic, Ethiopian, Ukrainian, Armenian, and others whose names are unfamiliar to most people. That is by design. Holy is holy. Whether they are venerated in a small village church in Lebanon or a monastery in Ethiopia, their witness belongs to the whole Church. Getting their cards into homes and prayer corners and wallets is the mission.
Museum-quality archival paper. Industrial double lamination. And genuine prayer at every step. Not because it makes for a good marketing line — because it is what the work actually is.
Explore the Work
Whether you came for the saints, the marriage coaching, or something you cannot quite name yet — you are welcome here. Stay as long as you like.
Made prayerfully in Austin, Texas, by one person trying his best.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.