Long story short, on what was my official final day being on the diocesan payroll, I accepted the offer for my new gig. Hence, the “Ironic Divine Intervention.” Thank you to those at BTPM who brought me back.

Thank you, Lord, for your Ironic Divine Intervention.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

During this, I interviewed elsewhere. Had a second interview. But ultimately, the decision was made there was a better candidate for their role. Then, I received a text from BTPM. The person they offered the managing position to had decided to decline. I was asked if I might still be interested...

They were about to, I was advised. But I was invited to meet their director of audio strategy to just chat. We met a few days later over coffee. It turned into a two-hour conversation during which we explored some other opportunities including a part-time hosting role...

The morning after my layoff, I got a message from the CEO at Buffalo Toronto Public Media, where I previously worked, expressing support and offering to provide a reference for job leads. I took the chance and texted back, “If I could be so bold… have you filled your managing editor position yet?”

This year is one in which I have to day "Ironic Divine Intervention" occurred.

I was one of the roughly 20 percent of the workforce laid off by the Diocese of Buffalo in early August. I had a daughter at university, another entering her senior year of high school… the timing couldn’t be worse...

Woo hoo!

This was remarkable.

Like father, like son?