It’s Gonna Be May Thursday Rundown

We received a shower or two this month but as Justin Timberlake is fond of saying, It’s gonna be May! On cue, the start of the new month tomorrow is going to bring a stretch of days in the high 70s and even low 80s. But before that, let’s enjoy the fifth Thursday Rundown of April with these five topics…

Homemade Pizza Again – Back in 2022, I wrote about the joy and magic that comes with making homemade pizza. We were obviously feeling a little magical at the end of the weekend because that is what we had for dinner. I have become quite impressed with Sloan’s cooking skills and she didn’t disappoint when it came to pizza either. The way she layered the sauce, cheese, and pepperoni showed skill and plenty of thought—especially how she aligned the final layer of pepperoni into a face. The pizza was delicious and I ate leftovers for lunch during two different days at work.

Sloan stands near her baked homemade pizza.

Cotton Candy at Birthday Party – We had a couple birthday parties to attend over the weekend. Although the pool party at the YMCA was cool, I think Beau really enjoyed the at-home outdoor birthday party that had a bouncy castle. But what made the bouncy castle party really stand out was the cotton vendor that set up shop and made free on-demand treats for all the attendees (and parents). Given the choice between birthday cake, root beer, rainbow sherbet, and others, Beau went with something else—banana! He ate it all in under three minutes (no joke).

Beau, complete with a fruit punch red Gatorade mustache, holds his banana cotton candy.

M Movies – Over the past several days I watched an adult blockbuster at home and a kids film in the theater. On Friday night I used HBO Maxx to watch “Marty Supreme” and I loved it. Even though it was nearly three hours my attention was captivated the whole time by the brilliant acting and creative cinematography. As someone who grew up playing ping pong, the movie was a lot of fun for me. On Sunday afternoon, I took Sloan and Beau to the theater for “The Super Mario Galaxy Movie.” Although the kids loved it, I was pretty bored. However, the tub of popcorn we got to share may have been the best movie theater popcorn I had in a long time…so there’s that.

“Marty Supreme” was pretty epic.

A Third of the Way There – I like to point out significant break points in the calendar and today marks the completion of the first 1/3rd of 2026. Four months down and eight months to go. With 33% of the year in the books, it is an opportune time to look back on goals and determine whether you are heading in the right direction. Don’t like what you see? No worries, you have plenty of time to turn 2026 around.

Check that calendar! We are 1/3 of the way through 2026.

Touching Note – It was on this date 12 years ago that my dad flew back west after accompanying me on a cross country trip to my new home in South Carolina. Several hours after he left I opened my silverware drawer to find this note and a $5 bill.

My dad left me this note 12 years ago.

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Hopefully I am not too sore on Monday. More on that in a future blog post. Have a great weekend, everyone! Don’t Blink.

The Positives and Negatives of Myrtle Beach

Today is the 12th anniversary of when I arrived in Myrtle Beach to begin work at Coastal Carolina University. However, my time in South Carolina was MUCH more than a career stop. I found my soul mate and because of that I will forever be grateful for the chance I had to live in the South.

I spent six years in the Grand Strand and now it has been six years since I left. I thought tonight was the perfect time to give a very brief and objective rundown of the positives and negatives of living in Myrtle Beach.

My dad and I took a celebratory picture after turning in the U-Haul after our cross-country trip to Myrtle Beach. This photo was taken 12 years ago today on April 28, 2014.

Positives

The Beach – Yes, it is right in the name. When I moved into my apartment, I was about five minutes from the beach and it was so close that I could smell it (literally). The water was warm, the vibe was great, and the seashells plentiful.

Location – Myrtle Beach is in an advantageous spot for road trips. Whether I wanted to drive north to Baltimore or south to Charleston or Savannah, there were always fun options to escape for a weekend. Sid and I even drove to Disney World once and made numerous weekend trips to Charlotte.

Food – Can’t say enough about the food. In fact, it was so good that within a year I reached the heaviest weight that I had ever been (😂). Myrtle Beach offered all the tourist trap chains you can think of but also the best fast food restaurants (Cookout, Bojangles, Zaxby’s, etc.). However, nothing beat the Southern cooking of my wife and mother-in-law that I was introduced to.

Prices – A lot of things are cheap in Myrtle Beach despite it being a tourist town. From gas to real estate to food, you simply pay less compared to other places.

Weather – Although the summers are ridiculously humid and Myrtle Beach had a harsher winter than Spokane this year, being able to trick-or-treat without a coat is pretty sweet! It was also nice to have pleasant weather in January and February.

Myrtle Beach had so much to offer and I was so blessed to spend six years there. But the absolute best part of all is that I met Sidney there!

Negatives

Traffic – Did I already mention that Myrtle Beach is a tourist town? 😉 I still get anxiety when someone mentions 501 (hint: that isn’t an area code). I waited in some awful traffic jams but shout out to CCU for allowing its employees to leave at noon on summer Fridays to get a head start on it.

Allergies – Because of the pollen situation and other things floating in the air, I actually developed allergies during the years I was there. When people told me I could be susceptible to them when I arrived in town, I thought they were crazy. I ate my words.

Bugs – The only time I see a cockroach or Palmetto Bug these days are in my nightmares. Man, those things were nasty (and everywhere).

Income Tax – When I started at CCU, my boss braced me for the shock. He said my paychecks might be a little less than what I might be expecting because of the state income tax. Because I moved from Montana which also had a state income tax I wasn’t caught off-guard but it sure is nice living in a state (Washington) that doesn’t have one.

Hurricanes – Don’t miss the hurricane season that seemed to get longer and longer each year I lived there. There is nothing funny about those storms. The damage, anxiety, and hysteria can break you down.

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Sure, there were positives and negatives, but like I already mentioned, nothing can take away the fact that moving to Myrtle Beach was the best decision I ever made. Among so many other special things that happened during those incredible six years, that little piece of heaven on the coast of South Carolina gave me a beautiful wife and two healthy kids. Don’t Blink.

My Breakfast Routine and Choices

We have all heard the adage that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Although I make it a point to eat breakfast every day, what I put in my body doesn’t necessarily reflect the importance of the meal.

But more on that in just a moment.

During weekdays, I eat breakfast at work. My routine is always the same. I arrive at the office around 7:30 a.m. and then usually stop for breakfast at 9 a.m. I have always subscribed to the thinking that a hungry tiger hunts best so I try to begin the workday by jumping right into things. After I have checked some of the more pressing tasks of the day off my checklist, I reward myself with breakfast because at that time my stomach is usually growling.

Okay, as I alluded to above, I usually eat crap. Because I am eating in the office, it isn’t like I can pour myself a bowl of cereal or cook eggs.

I will now share with you the three food items that rotate as my breakfast during any given week.

1/2 Peanut Butter Sandwich – Back in the day, especially during my time at the University of Montana and Coastal Carolina University, this is all I had every single morning. The night before I will take a single piece of bread, cover it with peanut butter, fold it, and put it in a zip-lock bag. That becomes my breakfast for the next day. It is usually quite convenient because I already have the bread and peanut butter out for the full sandwich I make for lunch.

Although I am holding a full peanut butter sandwich in this photo, I frequently eat a 1/2 peanut butter sandwich for breakfast.

Pop-Tarts – I have diversified my once strict diet of just ½ peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast. My love for Pop-Tarts is well-documented and I now bring those in for breakfast just as much as I do peanut butter sandwiches. I enjoy doing this because the toaster is right in the middle of the common area of our University Relations offices so many of my colleagues get to smell the pleasant aroma of whatever Pop-tart flavor I have that day. In fact, it is common for one of my designers to say, “Hey Brent, what kind of Pop-Tart do you have this morning?”

I bring Pop-Tarts to work all the time and people usually get a kick out of the weird flavors I sometimes pack.

Donuts/Muffins/Sweets – On any given day—especially Friday—we will have a couple dozen donuts, Costco muffins, fruit, or some other sugary “breakfast” item out in the common area. Throw in all the birthdays we celebrate and there is a good chance each day that I might enjoy a free breakfast courtesy of my generous co-workers. Many times it is tough for me to resist these sweet treats as I slide my Pop-Tart into my desk drawer and indulge.

My University Relations team at Eastern Washington University celebrated my birthday with a muffin breakfast. Very often this counter is filled with breakfast treats on any given morning.

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It’s a good thing that I exercise daily, right? Don’t Blink.

Laser Lemon Thursday Rundown

Did you know there are FIVE Thursdays in April? Seriously, that’s not an April Fools’ Joke even though April 1 was on a Thursday this year. What I am trying to say is that this isn’t the last Thursday Rundown of the month…you will get a “bonus” one next week.

Sloan’s Surgery Anniversary – I want to start with one of the most important anniversaries in my family. Yesterday marked nine years since Sloan’s successful pyloric stenosis surgery. An extremely rare condition that occurs mostly in newborn boys, Sloan’s gender led to her misdiagnosis and a few really tough weeks where she threw up every time she ate. Dr. Robert Cina, the rockstar surgeon who saved Sloan’s life, is in our prayers on a nightly basis. You can learn more about Sloan’s battle by watching this video I made or by reading one of the several blog posts I have written about it. Thanks be to God!

During Sloan’s bout with Pyloric Stenosis and for over a year afterwards, we kept it between immediate family. Sidney and I are so thankful for the support of our parents. This photo shows our moms and dads with Sloan at MUSC on surgery day.

Family Faith Night: SCIENCE – Speaking of God, it was a coincidence that I wrote about the harmonious union of science and religion last week. Why? Because this past weekend my family attended the latest St. Mary Family Faith Night that happened to be exclusively about science, God, and the Church. Our kids had the opportunity to perform a lot of cool experiments and learn how God and science are complementary of each other. The major takeway was that science is not the Church’s enemy, it is actually one of her children. You wouldn’t believe how many of the prominent scientists who made some of the most groundbreaking discoveries were Catholics. If you only watch one thing on YouTube this entire week, please watch this five minute video—it will blow your mind!

It was another fabulous Family Faith Night at St. Mary Catholic Church (Spokane Valley). The topic was how science and the Church are harmonious. Thanks to Marie Bricher for putting so much thought and work toward this event.

Have a Picnic! – Today is National Picnic Day but in my opinion I think it should be pushed back to May, June, or even later in the summer. If there is one thing that can ruin a picnic it is rain and we all know what April is synonymous with (April showers bring…). But I digress. I LOVE picnics. One of the best things about moving back west was the opportunity to have more of them. When we lived in South Carolina, the humidity and high concentration of bugs discouraged eating outside but the state of Washington provides perfect conditions for constant picnicking. Nearly six years ago I provided five tips on how to have a perfect picnic…hope you reference it as you start to plan your summer activities.

The Inland Northwest is perfect for picnics. This is Sloan and her cousins enjoying lunch at one of Spokane’s many parks in 2020.

Face Paint Season – But picnic season isn’t the only season right around the corner. With festivals and outdoor events about to enter high gear, keep your eye out (and your cheeks ready) for face painting opportunities! We entered into the fun this past weekend at the Spring on the Ave event organized by the Sprague Union District in east central Spokane. Although face painting does have many drawbacks for parents (as I wrote about a couple years ago), you can’t deny the happiness it brings to kids.

Beau and Sloan each got their faces painted at the Spring on the Ave event that took place within the Union District in east central Spokane.

Answer the Phone – It has been too long since I shared a meme from my friend Lindsi so let’s put an end to the dry streak. Back in the day, answering the phone was an anxiety-inducing affair and the Russian roulette comparison has merit. Even when Caller I.D. was introduced, my parents naturally refused to invest in it so whenever the landline rang at the Reser household it truly was a major gamble to answer it. With the precision that I screen incoming calls these days, I can’t believe I had the guts to blindly answer the phone back in 1999.

I stole this meme from my friend, Lindsi. How did we have the guts to pick up the phone back in the late 1990s?

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Hope those five topics were to your liking. Thanks for your readership and have a delightful weekend. Don’t Blink.

The Strange Question I Was Asked at the Gym

The thing about working out at a 24-hour gym during the 3 a.m. – 5 a.m. span is that it’s pretty peaceful. Although I have walked in to find homeless individuals seeking warmth from the cold, most of the time I am either the first one to arrive or I might be joining 1-2 other early morning regulars. As my workout goes on, a few more people circulate in.

Today something out of the ordinary happened.

When I walked in there was someone I had never seen before. On the treadmill was an older gentleman trying to get in some early morning cardio. Although I did take notice of the new individual, I simply walked past him and went over to the dumbbells to begin my workout. About five minutes later, the guy stopped the treadmill and exited the gym.

This picture of the Snap Fitness (Ponderosa Village) that I exercise at gives you an idea of where the gentleman was at and where I was at. He was on one of the middle treadmills while I was at the dumbbell station in front of the mirror.

I knew the guy left because I could see him exit out of my periphery and I heard the door shut. As I continued to work with the weights, I noticed no headlights flashed or engine turned after the man had left (I usually subconsciously take notes of gym-goers pulling out in their vehicles upon exit).

Well, two minutes after his initial departure, I knew why I didn’t register any evidence of him leaving the parking lot.

The unmistakable click of the entrance door opening upon an access card tap forced my periphery back to the front of the gym. The guy was walking back in.

Still keeping tabs on the figure walking slowly toward me from the corner of my eye, I ended up turning to face him once he got about 10 feet from me.

I waited for him to talk.

Nervous and jumbled, he asked me the following question: Are you feeling strong negative emotional thoughts?

I was caught off guard for a moment. The question from the bald, bespectacled man was seemingly out of left field. In the heat of the moment, I determined that he was asking me if I was prone to self-harm.

Maybe just five seconds after he asked the question, I gave him an answer:

“No. Because of my faith in Jesus Christ I have been protected from that.”

Although my response probably wasn’t eloquent, it was firm and I felt totally confident saying it. The man seemed a little take aback as he registered what I said. After about 10 seconds he said, “Oh, okay, good.”

I did follow with why he asked me that question. He said something along the lines of “I just felt like I needed to come ask you.” He then turned around and walked away.

As he left, I said the following words with complete sincerity to him:

“Thanks for asking.”

I am still a little puzzled and uneased about why he asked me such a seemingly strange question. It is true, I carry an all-business type demeanor at the gym, so perhaps my focus was translated as a cry for help? Or maybe he was trying to evangelize to me and was looking for an opening. I am at a loss.

My plan is to speak with him again if we have a re-encounter. Perhaps I should just leave it be but maybe his question about my mental state was really a referendum on his own mental state. Or perhaps he is just a genuine guy who cares about others. In that case, I should probably be his friend.

As I did when I took my turn on the treadmill later that morning and as I will do again tonight, I will be praying for him. Don’t Blink.

Unorganized But Organized

My wife likes to call me the dumbest smart person she knows. I apparently possess intelligence in a wide array of topics but when it comes to some areas of common sense and life skills, I am definitely not scoring straight A’s.

There is another paradox that also fits me well: I am a very unorganized organized person.

I am organized outwardly but if you took a dive into my computer it would seem like chaos to you. Behind me are my three work screens with different browsers open with numerous tabs active on each one.

Yes, I wrote that correctly. An unorganized organized person.

People will vouch for me that on the outside I am a very organized individual. I lead my team in an organized fashion, my days are guided by checklists, my presentations are strategically put together, and my thoughts come out in a logical manner.

However, the systems and resources I use to project an organized outward presence are nothing short of a complete cluster.

My computer is a mess. My desktop is usually 90% covered by folders, icons, and screenshots. Even though the folders have names, good luck if the content inside those folders is exclusive to what the name implies. The task bar is a jungle of program icons each with a half dozen files open at one time.

Hover over my internet browser and prepare for a major scare. Oh wait, hover over any of my multiple internet browsers and prepare for a major scare because I don’t just use just Chrome—I also use Mozilla and Edge on a daily basis. Anyway, select any of those browsers and you will see anywhere from 10 – 40 browser tabs open at once.

Now, if you dare, go to my email. You will discover an inbox of 24,441 emails with 4,394 of them unread. Okay, I know that sounds really bad, but I promise the unread ones are either spam/notification emails or Outlook decided not to check one as “read” after I did dutifully select it and scan the content.

Again, this seemingly chaotic state of my digital work affairs might seem to suggest that there is no way I could be functional but I think most people would admit that is not the case.

That doesn’t mean they don’t get anxiety when I am running a meeting from my computer. There is one particular standing meeting I oversee where I frequently switch from a spreadsheet to my internet browser and those in attendance are usually astounded (aka mortified) at my on-screen working conditions.

I tell them it is all under control.

Of course my “unorganized organized” approach manifests itself at home, too. That is for another blog post but to put it simply, Sidney calls me a lowkey hoarder. I defend myself by saying that I am simply effective at utilizing cardboard boxes and junk drawers.

Brent Reser: A man of paradoxes.

Don’t Blink.

A High Stakes Speech: The Wedding Toast

Public speaking is something I do routinely for my job. Whether I am in front of our university president, briefing my department, or just presenting to a class of undergrads, I am constantly called upon to describe EWU’s marketing strategy and the results achieved. I also speak publicly for a ministry that Sid and I are involved with. On any given weekend, my wife and I will give six different presentations to a group of 6 to 22 engaged couples.

I am not a natural public speaker but I can be effective at it.

Delivering the best man’s toast at my brother’s wedding was an entirely different animal. A wedding speech is just so unique because it is emotional, the audience is diverse, and the expectation is to make attendees both laugh and cry. Not to mention the weight on your shoulders to adequately honor those you are speaking on behalf of (the bride and groom). There is a lot of pressure!

I attempt to drive home a point during my best man’s speech at Glen and Carrie’s wedding.

So when I saw the below letter from a maid of honor who was petrified about delivering a speech at her cousin’s wedding, I felt for her. This person indicated that she is already facing severe anxiety months in advance of the big day. She was looking for any excuse from the advice columnist to bow out of the speech portion of her maid-of-honor obligations.

This letter presents a real dilemma. I agree with the overall theme and practical solutions offered by the advice columnist.

The advice columnist wasn’t going to give her the free pass. The person (or people) behind Dear Annie urged her to weigh the long term ramifications of not delivering a speech. Although it would give her temporary relief for the next several months and save her the risk of humiliating herself on the wedding day, the years and decades that follow could bring remorse. The columnist summed it up perfectly: If some small part of you does want to speak, listen to that voice. Nerves can be loud. Regret is quieter, but it lingers.

But much to the credit of the advice columnist, she went beyond the warning of regret. The columnist offered tangible methods for delivering the speech, including maintaining eyesight on the bride/groom (not the crowd), keeping it short, and devoting plenty of practice beforehand. If for whatever reason the maid-of-honor still couldn’t bring herself to give the speech, the columnist suggested considering a pre-recorded video option.

Again, I sympathize with the maid of honor—and I actually sympathize with her for more than one reason. As already clearly outlined, public speaking isn’t fun for most. I still get nervous before I speak. With so many things out of your control upon arrival at a wedding venue, any little thing can throw off even the best-rehearsed speeches.

But probably even more anxiety-inducing is just the high stakes nature of a wedding toast. Yep, people will remember it…for better or worse. After Sid and I attend a wedding, one of the first things we do is de-brief the speeches. A wedding toast is such a special opportunity to pay tribute and send well wishes to a couple on their big day that most people in attendance will hang on the words and celebrate/scrutinize the delivery of the person giving the speech.

The pressure is real.

My personal advice for the maid of honor is to just practice. Write the speech now and take a little time each day to become familiar with it. But I would also say go beyond just practice/rehearsal and embrace visualization. In order to overcome her fear of being in front of 200 people, she has to start coming to grips with it right now. Visualize the crowd, the venue, and any intricacies you might encounter on the wedding day. As your speech comes together, deliver it in front of someone you trust. Giving it to a live human being will help you become more comfortable and also allow the person to workshop the speech with you.

I really hope the maid of honor who wrote the letter ends up delivering a speech. Not only will it allow her to pay tribute to her cousin but it will mark a watershed moment when she rises above her fear of public speaking (at least for one day).

Open question to my readers who have spoken at weddings: Were you nervous when you delivered your speech? Don’t Blink.

My Pleasure Thursday Rundown

We have reached mid-April and we finally received some of the showers that make this month famous. Thankfully Mother Nature waited until after a sunny spring break to bring the rain. Let’s jump into tonight’s Thursday Rundown…

Day Off – Speaking of spring break, I had the opportunity to take last Friday off to be with my kids. I took them to Dave & Buster’s for a couple hours and then we followed it up with lunch at the Spokane Valley Mall food court. As I have written before, I always try to take my children out to lunch on spring break.

A few images from our outing to Spokane’s Dave & Buster’s location and to the Spokane Valley Mall for lunch.

Fun Saturday – My day off on Friday was followed by another adventurous day. On Saturday I had the treat of taking Sid and the kids to ONE Stadium for a USL Soccer match as the Spokane Velocity defeated the Richmond Kickers, 3-1. It was EWU Night and my family had the opportunity to sit in one of the suites with some of my other co-workers and President Shari McMahan. For someone like Beau who is a soccer fanatic, the experience was something that he especially enjoyed.

A photo of Beau absolutely loving life at the Spokane Velocity soccer match we attended this past weekend.

Great Horror Film – I watched the best scary movie I have seen in a couple years this past week. Called “Weapons,” it tells the eerie story about 17 elementary students from the same classroom who end up going missing on the same night at 2:17 a.m. The plot of the movie is completely original, the concepts are creepy, the images are jarring, and the scares are real. The film receives an A+ from me for its creativity. If you are looking for a terrific horror movie that might even resonate with non-scary film fans (it did win Academy Awards after all), I recommend “Weapons.”

“Weapons” was a great film.

My Pleasure – On this date eight years ago, I wrote about “the problem” with the phrase no problem. I also discussed why I will say my pleasure for the rest of my life. But in short, when someone says “no problem,” it insinuates that there is/was a problem. When someone expresses their gratitude to you, it doesn’t make sense to respond by saying something that doesn’t convey any sort of warmth or sentiment. At best, “no problem” means nothing. How is it acknowledging what someone said to you?

This was my Instagram post from my Life’s Little Instructions calendar back in 2018 that influenced me to write a blog post about “no problem” and “my pleasure.”

Popes – Today would have been Pope Bendict XVI’s 99th birthday. Shortly after his death, I wrote this blog post about our former pope’s status as a master theologian on complex issues but also his simplicity at heart. When Pope Francis passed away, I wrote about his humility and exemplification of what it means to be a servant leader. When it comes to Pope Leo, I hope I don’t have to write about his legacy for a very long time 😉. But what I can say about him right now is that I feel extremely blessed to have him as my pope and I hope he continues to advocate for peace at every chance he gets.

Pope Benedict XVI was as sharp as they come (photo cred: New York Times).

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That’s all I have for tonight. Thanks for your readership and I hope you have a nice weekend. Don’t Blink.

You Are A Dork!

This weekend, my wife confronted Sloan with some cold hard facts and a conclusion. She didn’t sugarcoat it nor dumb it down. In Sidney’s straight-forward approach, this is what she told our daughter:

Sloan, you play chess…

You are obsessed with Hamilton…

AND you collect ducks…

You are a DORK!

To our daughter’s credit, she didn’t bat an eye. She wasn’t caught off guard nor did she take any offense. In fact, she took my wife’s assessment as a badge of honor. Yes, Sloan embraced her inner-dorkiness.

I have written at length about Sloan’s affinity for chess and her fandom for Hamilton. However, I haven’t elaborated to the same extent about her love of ducks.

Sloan holding one of the ducks she found on Freedom of the Seas.

This final characteristic of Sloan’s dorkdom was spurned a year ago when we went on our cruise. She was drawn into the duck-hiding subculture of cruise ships and spent considerable energy trying to find the toy waterfowl while we were on-board.

Another photo of Sloan holding toy ducks she found on the cruise.

Since that experience, she has been all about the ducks. For whatever reason they appeal to her and she has started to amass quite the collection. Simply take a look at her night stand to get a quick idea about the value she places on these tiny toys.

A look at Sloan’s night stand….it is cluttered with ducks.

Now I won’t go as far as to say my daughter is a dork. Eccentric? Sure. But no matter how Sid and I decide to describe Sloan, one thing is non-debatable: I sure love her. Don’t Blink.

God and Science: Harmony

I have a good friend who I met after moving back to Spokane. We played on the same Hoopfest team, we send our children to the same school, and every Christmas season our families get together to wrap presents.

A couple other things to mention about this person: She is one of the strongest Christians I know and she also happens to be a medical doctor.

I bring this person up and I specifically highlight her faith and occupation because of some rather striking and encouraging statistics I heard over the weekend…

We live in a world that tries to suggest that God and science can’t co-exist. But the fact of the matter is that they can—and they do. When people think that God and science aren’t complementary, they assume that people in science-based fields can’t and don’t embrace a higher power.

But this isn’t accurate.

The people we might stereotype as atheists because of their reliance on science are actually believers in a higher power.

I learned recently that the majority of doctors are believers. Most recent studies indicate that anywhere from 65% to 76% of medical physicians believe in God. Mind you, these are the professionals who help patients face indescribable hardships and confront death much more frequently than the average human. They are also extremely well-educated and possess an extensive STEM-based background. All these factors might lead people to assume that most doctors would be atheists but instead the exact opposite is true.

Furthermore, I also learned that more scientists than not believe in God. The most-recent study indicates that 51% of professionals classified as scientists do believe. Take a moment to fathom that. The people who base their findings on the scientific method, demand proof for everything, and know the theory of evolution like the back of their hand still believe that God exists.

I was exposed to these legitimate and illuminating studies while listening to a radio show that featured Fr. Robert Spitzer. If you have never heard of Fr. Spitzer before, I suggest taking a moment to Google him. He is more than just a priest—besides once serving as a university president, he is also an expert on miracles and near-death experiences. He has built scientific proofs on why God does exist and puts into perspective why people who are stereotyped as not having faith actually do.

But as much as I would like to write more about the incredible Fr. Spitzer—who I have watched lecture in-person—I just want to again emphasize the fact that God and science work together and those who we think don’t believe actually do.

And this mode of thinking is only becoming more prominent. Two-thirds of young scientists believe in God, advocating that you can be both religious and a good scientist.

Make no mistake about it, God and science are harmonious. And the proof goes well beyond just my friend. Don’t Blink.