Most men get a commute. Thirty, forty minutes where the job stays in the car and the house waits at the other end. Somewhere in that drive, you shed one version of yourself and put on another — coworker to husband, employee to dad. It’s not much, but it’s something. A seam. Marriage and ministry…

Every man I know has heard the phrase happy wife, happy life. Almost none of us were told what it actually costs. Last week my wife and I disagreed about something — I don’t even remember what anymore, which tells you something on its own. And I did what I’ve done more times than I’d…