I started working on construction sites for my Dad’s companies when I was eleven, and I have spent my working life since in rooms where deals fracture, partnerships collapse, and people arrive carrying chaos. I practice law in Florida. These essays are about what those rooms actually are.

The professional world catechizes us into control, victory-hunger, and keeping score. I have been an excellent student of that catechism — I have mistaken winning for righteousness more times than I can count. But I have come to believe that the rooms where lawyers and professionals do their work are holy ground, and that the Christian who works there is called to something harder and better than either passivity or domination: to be a peacemaker, not a peacekeeper. Shalom — nothing missing, nothing broken.

This is not a program, and I am not selling anything. It is one continuing argument, written in order, by a man still walking it out.