Ross (the Boss) of NDG's Blog

There are moments in life when time seems to thin… when heaven and earth feel closer than breath… when the ordinary world grows quiet, and something eternal begins to speak. Today, as the rain fell and the streets emptied, I sat alone in my office and felt it — that deep, unmistakable pull inward. Good Friday. A day of silence. A day of surrender. A day where something sacred hides before it is revealed. And I sensed that my place, in that moment, was to be hidden too. But then my spirit moved forward… to Easter morning. I saw light. I saw gathering. I saw joy breaking through like dawn after a long night. I saw us at St. Ansgar’s — not just attending, but  arriving . I saw a vision of what could be… what perhaps is already unfolding beneath the surface of what we call reality. A great celebration. A community awakened. A world not defined by pain, injustice, or struggle — but transformed by love, restoration, and truth. I saw Christy radiant — whole, free, restored beyond what any...

  There are moments in history when a call goes out—not loud, not forced—but clear. A call that does not chase the crowd, but instead finds the few who are ready. This is one of those moments. The NuVoWay RallyCall is not simply a project. It is a movement of restoration, of rebuilding, of returning to what matters most—faith, strength, purpose, and community. It is the beginning of something designed not just to exist, but to endure. And every movement begins the same way: With Builders. Today, I am calling forward 10 Builders from across Canada and the United States—men and women who recognize that life is meant to be lived with intention, who understand discipline, and who are willing to stand at the front edge of something that will grow far beyond themselves. These first 10 will not simply participate—they will help define the DNA of what comes next. Because what comes next is bold. The vision is to establish NuVoWay LifeStyle Centres —living, breathing environments where in...

There are moments in life when everything sharpens—when the noise falls away and what truly matters steps forward with unmistakable clarity. For me, that moment is now. For years, the racquetball court has been more than a place to compete. It has been a crucible—where discipline is tested, resilience is refined, and character is revealed. Every rally, every hard-fought point, every shared laugh between matches has contributed to something deeper than sport. It has built a mindset. A brotherhood. A foundation. And now, that foundation is being called into something greater. Recent events—unexpected, challenging, yet undeniably purposeful—have shifted my trajectory. What initially felt like disruption has revealed itself as direction. And through it all, the involvement of Jason Klein has served as a catalyst—pushing me, refining me, and ultimately accelerating the mission that has long lived within me. I have not stepped back. I have stepped forward—with greater intensity, greater clar...

There are moments when the veil lifts—when what once seemed like distant dreams begins to shimmer with the quiet certainty of promise. Not ambition. Not fantasy. But destiny… written long before we ever dared to imagine it. This is the life God has prepared for Christy and I. Not for our glory—but as a living testimony of what becomes possible when faith refuses to bow to limitation. We see it clearly now. An emerald green Hill HX50 Helicopter, lifting gently into the morning sky, its blades cutting through the silence like a declaration: there are no ceilings when God is your horizon. We rise above the noise, above the doubt, carried not by wealth alone—but by purpose, by calling, by obedience. On the ground, the journey continues—gracefully, powerfully. A Lexus SUV Limo, where comfort meets calling, where conversations become blueprints for transformation. And beside it, the Aston Martin Emerald Green DBX 707—precision, beauty, and strength woven together—a reminder that excellence ...

There is a beautiful mystery about walking with God. We often think the path will be clear — that the promises will arrive like a sunrise, obvious and undeniable. Yet so often the road of faith is quieter than that. It asks us to keep walking long before we see the destination. This morning, after watching a sermon by Joel Osteen together, Christy and I were talking about this very thing. Faith is not just believing once. Faith is continuing to do what we know we are called to do — day after day — trusting that God is faithfully working behind the scenes of our lives. Both of us feel deeply that God has spoken to us about the future. There are dreams, purposes, and beautiful chapters ahead that we believe He is already unfolding. In many ways, we can feel His hand moving things into place. And yet, there is one area that still feels unanswered. Christy’s pain. Since 1988 she has carried a burden that few people could truly understand. That year her magnificent 21-hand hybrid draft hors...

Ross & Christy’s Ten of Cups is not a card pulled from ink and paper — it is a covenant written across the sky. It is dawn over Montreal , the river breathing silver beneath a widening blush of light. Their helicopter rests on the green sweep of Senneville like a dragonfly at peace — not a symbol of excess, but of reach. Of mobility. Of stewardship over horizons once prayed for in the dark. The house in Senneville stands with quiet confidence — stone and glass facing the water, windows catching heaven. It is a home that has heard both weeping and worship. Laughter spills from its kitchen. Candles burn in the evenings not for mood, but for gratitude. 6950 Fielding still holds memory in its walls — the proving ground, the crucible address. 6950 Fielding was where endurance became vision. And 394 Frontenac — that address carries the scent of becoming, of foundations poured with faith when the future was only a whisper. In this Ten of Cups, nothing is erased. Everything is redeeme...