The A.B.L.E. ManWe are well A.B.L.E.
A formation practice for men. An honest look at what is really driving you under pressure, and a simple way to start closing the gap.
We are well A.B.L.E.
A formation practice for men. An honest look at what is really driving you under pressure, and a simple way to start closing the gap.
We are well A.B.L.E.
A formation practice for men. An honest look at what is really driving you under pressure, and a simple way to start closing the gap.
Many men are carrying a lot.
Providing, leading, showing up for everyone who needs them, in a world moving faster than anything they were taught to lean on. And somewhere under all that weight, something is off. Most men feel it. Few men look at it.
A.B.L.E. is built on Scripture, informed by what research has since confirmed. It helps a man see what is really governing the response he keeps making under pressure, and gives him a simple way to work on it.
Many men are carrying a lot.
Providing, leading, showing up for everyone who needs them, in a world moving faster than anything they were taught to lean on. And somewhere under all that weight, something is off. Most men feel it. Few men look at it.
A.B.L.E. is built on Scripture, informed by what research has since confirmed. It helps a man see what is really governing the response he keeps making under pressure, and gives him a simple way to work on it.
Any of this sound familiar?
Any of this sound familiar?
Working hard and still feeling empty.
Saying you are fine when you are not.
Snapping at the people you love most.
Faith you talk about but do not practice.
Carrying all of it alone.
The same reaction, followed by the same regret.
Working hard and still feeling empty.
Saying you are fine when you are not.
Snapping at the people you love most.
Faith you talk about but do not practice.
Carrying all of it alone.
The same reaction, followed by the same regret.
Working hard and still feeling empty.
Saying you are fine when you are not.
Snapping at the people you love most.
Faith you talk about but do not practice.
Carrying all of it alone.
The same reaction, followed by the same regret.
Working hard and still feeling empty.
Saying you are fine when you are not.
Snapping at the people you love most.
Faith you talk about but do not practice.
Carrying all of it alone.
The same reaction, followed by the same regret.
Working hard and still feeling empty.
Saying you are fine when you are not.
Snapping at the people you love most.
Faith you talk about but do not practice.
Carrying all of it alone.
The same reaction, followed by the same regret.
Working hard and still feeling empty.
Saying you are fine when you are not.
Snapping at the people you love most.
Faith you talk about but do not practice.
Carrying all of it alone.
The same reaction, followed by the same regret.
Working hard and still feeling empty.
Saying you are fine when you are not.
Snapping at the people you love most.
Faith you talk about but do not practice.
Carrying all of it alone.
The same reaction, followed by the same regret.
Working hard and still feeling empty.
Saying you are fine when you are not.
Snapping at the people you love most.
Faith you talk about but do not practice.
Carrying all of it alone.
The same reaction, followed by the same regret.
What governs a man’s mind
governs the man.
So A.B.L.E. begins there. It helps a man see what is governing him and practice what should.
What governs a man’s mind governs the man.
So A.B.L.E. begins there. It helps a man see what is governing him and practice what should.
This practice is for men who are willing to put in the work to tap into all the greatness inside them.
The Personal Study is the beginning.
The A.B.L.E. Path
Four questions a man walks in real life.
The A.B.L.E. Path
Four questions a man walks in real life.
The A.B.L.E. Path
Four questions a man walks in real life.
The A.B.L.E. Path gives men a practical way to respond when pressure reveals a gap between what they believe and what their lives show. By facing what is true, building evidence through action, using what is already in hand, and repeating what works with discipline, each man creates a path of growth that becomes stronger with every cycle.
The Personal Study
The Personal Study
The Personal Study
Where the work begins.
Where the work begins.
Before A.B.L.E. teaches you anything, it asks you to see what is already true. The Personal Study is how that begins.
Before A.B.L.E. teaches you anything, it asks you to see what is already true. The Personal Study is how that begins.
Here is what the Personal Study actually does.
Here is what the Personal Study actually does.
It is a short, honest set of questions, about fifteen minutes. It does not give you a number, a personality type, or a score. It shows you where what you say about yourself meets what your life is actually showing.
It is a short, honest set of questions, about fifteen minutes. It does not give you a number, a personality type, or a score. It shows you where what you say about yourself meets what your life is actually showing.
The questions are designed to validate and verify three things:
The questions are designed to validate and verify three things:
that you are where you are.
that you are who you are.
that you are doing what you say you are supposed to be doing.
that you are where you are.
that you are who you are.
that you are doing what you say you are supposed to be doing.
that you are where you are.
that you are who you are.
that you are doing what you say you are supposed to be doing.
Men who walk it describe it the same way.
Men who walk it describe it the same way.
Sobering. Eye-opening. Honest.
Sobering. Eye-opening. Honest.
The Personal Study is a mirror.
The Personal Study is a mirror.
You have taken tests before. You know how to perform on one.
You cannot perform for a mirror. You can only look, or look away.
For about fifteen minutes it asks you honest questions. Then it hands your own words back to you and lets you see them in the light.
That is all. And that is plenty.
At the end, the Personal Study does not score you.
It gives you back, in your own words, the gap between what you say about yourself and what your life is actually showing.
Four patterns. Drawn from your own answers.
And one answer you wrote yourself: What does it cost you?
Potholes on your path to peace.
Potholes on your path to peace.
Potholes on your path to peace.
I built the Personal Study because I needed it.
I walked it myself before I asked any other man to.
I built the Personal Study because I needed it.
I walked it myself before I asked any other man to.
“God has spoken some things to me to say I’m great, and I haven’t seen them yet. I haven’t done them yet. But I have the faith in knowing that they’re there, and now I’m ready to put the work in to receive all that He has for me.”
“God has spoken some things to me to say I’m great, and I haven’t seen them yet. I haven’t done them yet. But I have the faith in knowing that they’re there, and now I’m ready to put the work in to receive all that He has for me.”
Eric L. Harrison
Eric L. Harrison
Eric L. Harrison, Success Architect
Eric L. Harrison, Success Architect
The Practice
The Practice
The Practice
Where the work lives.
Where the work lives.
After the Personal Study, the work begins. You start building Personal Use Cases, you meet monthly with a Success Architect and a group of men, and you join a community walking the same path. For men who go further, the work opens into a cohort and a deeper rhythm.
After the Personal Study, the work begins. You start building Personal Use Cases, you meet monthly with a Success Architect and a group of men, and you join a community walking the same path. For men who go further, the work opens into a cohort and a deeper rhythm.
After the Personal Study, the work begins. You start building Personal Use Cases, you meet monthly with a Success Architect and a group of men, and you join a community walking the same path. For men who go further, the work opens into a cohort and a deeper rhythm.
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01
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Day One
Day One
The moment you finish the Personal Study, the practice begins. Your Dashboard opens. You take one real situation in your life and turn it into your first Personal Use Case. The work starts the same day you look.
Romans 12:1, 2
The moment you finish the Personal Study, the practice begins. Your Dashboard opens. You take one real situation in your life and turn it into your first Personal Use Case. The work starts the same day you look.
Romans 12:1, 2
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02
The Cohort. Where the practice gets walked.
The Cohort. Where the practice gets walked.
For men who go further, the practice opens into a cohort. Five weeks live online with five to seven men. One pillar a week, plus a fifth to put what you walked into rhythm. Five weeks of real work with real men. The practice opens, real life comes into the room, and each week sends you out with clearer sight and stronger language for what you are carrying. You build Personal Use Cases. One real situation becomes the work. You log reps. Evidence stacks. The conversation turns into proof.
Numbers 13:30
For men who go further, the practice opens into a cohort. Five weeks live online with five to seven men. One pillar a week, plus a fifth to put what you walked into rhythm. Five weeks of real work with real men. The practice opens, real life comes into the room, and each week sends you out with clearer sight and stronger language for what you are carrying. You build Personal Use Cases. One real situation becomes the work. You log reps. Evidence stacks. The conversation turns into proof.
Numbers 13:30
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03
The Community. Where the work continues.
Every man walks with the community. Your Dashboard remains, where the work stays visible and the evidence has somewhere to land. Your resources remain. Your Success Architect remains. The wider Community meets live, real issues come into the room, and men keep each other moving. When your cohort ends, the rhythm keeps going. Your brothers stay. The work always has somewhere to land.
Ecclesiastes 4:12
Every man walks with the community. Your Dashboard remains, where the work stays visible and the evidence has somewhere to land. Your resources remain. Your Success Architect remains. The wider Community meets live, real issues come into the room, and men keep each other moving. When your cohort ends, the rhythm keeps going. Your brothers stay. The work always has somewhere to land.
Ecclesiastes 4:12
From the founder
From the founder
My A.B.L.E. Journey.
My A.B.L.E. Journey.
My A.B.L.E. Journey.
September 2012 was a pivotal time in my life.
For several weeks, my mother slowly faded away in our home under hospice care as pancreatic cancer took a little more of her from us each day. My family and I stayed close, and when the moment came, I held her hand as she took her last breath. Instead of allowing myself to grieve, I went to work being strong for everyone else. I dodged every conversation that forced me to look inward and buried what I was feeling beneath responsibility, food, and alcohol. I ate horribly. I drank profusely. I gained more than 80 pounds and slowly drifted away from the spiritual foundation that had once kept me grounded. The pain I refused to face began showing up everywhere in my life, but I kept moving as if nothing was wrong.
On Mother’s Day 2013, everything I had been carrying finally reached a tipping point.
I had a heart attack.
The Widowmaker.
I had a 100% blockage in the artery responsible for supplying blood to the main pumping chamber of my heart. Only 12 out of every 100 men survive what happened to me.
I am one of the 12.
But surviving did not mean I walked away untouched. The heart attack damaged the lower part of my heart, and I still live with the effects of that damage today.
That experience forced me to confront everything I had refused to face. The grief. The pain. The anger. The tension I carried while trying to be strong for everyone else. I had buried it all deep inside, but my body was now telling the story.
And it nearly cost me my life.
September 2012 was a pivotal time in my life.
For several weeks, my mother slowly faded away in our home under hospice care as pancreatic cancer took a little more of her from us each day. My family and I stayed close, and when the moment came, I held her hand as she took her last breath. Instead of allowing myself to grieve, I went to work being strong for everyone else. I dodged every conversation that forced me to look inward and buried what I was feeling beneath responsibility, food, and alcohol. I ate horribly. I drank profusely. I gained more than 80 pounds and slowly drifted away from the spiritual foundation that had once kept me grounded. The pain I refused to face began showing up everywhere in my life, but I kept moving as if nothing was wrong.
On Mother’s Day 2013, everything I had been carrying finally reached a tipping point.
I had a heart attack.
The Widowmaker.
I had a 100% blockage in the artery responsible for supplying blood to the main pumping chamber of my heart. Only 12 out of every 100 men survive what happened to me.
I am one of the 12.
But surviving did not mean I walked away untouched. The heart attack damaged the lower part of my heart, and I still live with the effects of that damage today.
That experience forced me to confront everything I had refused to face. The grief. The pain. The anger. The tension I carried while trying to be strong for everyone else. I had buried it all deep inside, but my body was now telling the story.
And it nearly cost me my life.
September 2012 was a pivotal time in my life.
For several weeks, my mother slowly faded away in our home under hospice care as pancreatic cancer took a little more of her from us each day. My family and I stayed close, and when the moment came, I held her hand as she took her last breath. Instead of allowing myself to grieve, I went to work being strong for everyone else. I dodged every conversation that forced me to look inward and buried what I was feeling beneath responsibility, food, and alcohol. I ate horribly. I drank profusely. I gained more than 80 pounds and slowly drifted away from the spiritual foundation that had once kept me grounded. The pain I refused to face began showing up everywhere in my life, but I kept moving as if nothing was wrong.
On Mother’s Day 2013, everything I had been carrying finally reached a tipping point.
I had a heart attack.
The Widowmaker.
I had a 100% blockage in the artery responsible for supplying blood to the main pumping chamber of my heart. Only 12 out of every 100 men survive what happened to me.
I am one of the 12.
But surviving did not mean I walked away untouched. The heart attack damaged the lower part of my heart, and I still live with the effects of that damage today.
That experience forced me to confront everything I had refused to face. The grief. The pain. The anger. The tension I carried while trying to be strong for everyone else. I had buried it all deep inside, but my body was now telling the story.
And it nearly cost me my life.
When you live through something like that, you are forced to make a decision you never asked to make. I could continue down the same road, or I could allow the tension created by everything I had endured to become the in-tension that awakened me.
For the first time in a long time, I got honest with myself. I changed my diet. I exercised every day. I lost the weight and, from the outside, I looked like I was getting my life back. But beneath the physical transformation, something was still broken. My body was recovering, but my mind had not healed from the heartbreak of losing my mother.
Even after all that progress, I still felt like 65% of a man.
I was functioning well enough to go to work, handle my responsibilities, pay the bills, and take care of the people who depended on me. From the outside, I looked fine. But somewhere beneath all that functioning was a man who still had not fully connected with his God-given identity and purpose.
After months of frustration and what I can only describe as functional depression, I began to write.
I wrote about everything.
My childhood. My relationships. My failures. My fears. My faith. My dreams. I asked questions I had avoided for years and challenged myself to look beyond the limitations that had quietly shaped the way I saw myself. Writing became a place where I could finally tell myself the truth.
Those writings eventually became Lifestwists: Navigation for Life’s Winding Roads, a cathartic journey that helped solidify my identity and gave me a road map for exploring the areas of my life I had never taken the time to navigate.
When you live through something like that, you are forced to make a decision you never asked to make. I could continue down the same road, or I could allow the tension created by everything I had endured to become the in-tension that awakened me.
For the first time in a long time, I got honest with myself. I changed my diet. I exercised every day. I lost the weight and, from the outside, I looked like I was getting my life back. But beneath the physical transformation, something was still broken. My body was recovering, but my mind had not healed from the heartbreak of losing my mother.
Even after all that progress, I still felt like 65% of a man.
I was functioning well enough to go to work, handle my responsibilities, pay the bills, and take care of the people who depended on me. From the outside, I looked fine. But somewhere beneath all that functioning was a man who still had not fully connected with his God-given identity and purpose.
After months of frustration and what I can only describe as functional depression, I began to write.
I wrote about everything.
My childhood. My relationships. My failures. My fears. My faith. My dreams. I asked questions I had avoided for years and challenged myself to look beyond the limitations that had quietly shaped the way I saw myself. Writing became a place where I could finally tell myself the truth.
Those writings eventually became Lifestwists: Navigation for Life’s Winding Roads, a cathartic journey that helped solidify my identity and gave me a road map for exploring the areas of my life I had never taken the time to navigate.
When you live through something like that, you are forced to make a decision you never asked to make. I could continue down the same road, or I could allow the tension created by everything I had endured to become the in-tension that awakened me.
For the first time in a long time, I got honest with myself. I changed my diet. I exercised every day. I lost the weight and, from the outside, I looked like I was getting my life back. But beneath the physical transformation, something was still broken. My body was recovering, but my mind had not healed from the heartbreak of losing my mother.
Even after all that progress, I still felt like 65% of a man.
I was functioning well enough to go to work, handle my responsibilities, pay the bills, and take care of the people who depended on me. From the outside, I looked fine. But somewhere beneath all that functioning was a man who still had not fully connected with his God-given identity and purpose.
After months of frustration and what I can only describe as functional depression, I began to write.
I wrote about everything.
My childhood. My relationships. My failures. My fears. My faith. My dreams. I asked questions I had avoided for years and challenged myself to look beyond the limitations that had quietly shaped the way I saw myself. Writing became a place where I could finally tell myself the truth.
Those writings eventually became Lifestwists: Navigation for Life’s Winding Roads, a cathartic journey that helped solidify my identity and gave me a road map for exploring the areas of my life I had never taken the time to navigate.
I had coached and encouraged people for years, but this experience gave me a much deeper understanding of what many men carry every day.
We learn how to function.
We learn how to provide.
We learn how to handle business.
We become so good at carrying responsibility that people begin to depend on the man who gets things done.
But underneath all that functioning, I began to feel a tension I could no longer ignore.
I had become very good at being a Human Doing. My identity was wrapped in what I accomplished, what I provided, what I fixed, and how much I could carry.
But somewhere beneath all of that responsibility was the Human Being God created me to be.
Now I realize tension is there to awaken my awareness.
Each time it does, I turn that tension into in-tension and move with purpose.
I had coached and encouraged people for years, but this experience gave me a much deeper understanding of what many men carry every day.
We learn how to function.
We learn how to provide.
We learn how to handle business.
We become so good at carrying responsibility that people begin to depend on the man who gets things done.
But underneath all that functioning, I began to feel a tension I could no longer ignore.
I had become very good at being a Human Doing. My identity was wrapped in what I accomplished, what I provided, what I fixed, and how much I could carry.
But somewhere beneath all of that responsibility was the Human Being God created me to be.
Now I realize tension is there to awaken my awareness.
Each time it does, I turn that tension into in-tension and move with purpose.
I had coached and encouraged people for years, but this experience gave me a much deeper understanding of what many men carry every day.
We learn how to function.
We learn how to provide.
We learn how to handle business.
We become so good at carrying responsibility that people begin to depend on the man who gets things done.
But underneath all that functioning, I began to feel a tension I could no longer ignore.
I had become very good at being a Human Doing. My identity was wrapped in what I accomplished, what I provided, what I fixed, and how much I could carry.
But somewhere beneath all of that responsibility was the Human Being God created me to be.
Now I realize tension is there to awaken my awareness.
Each time it does, I turn that tension into in-tension and move with purpose.
So I ask you…
What is the tension in your life revealing?
Do not be so quick to get away from it. Take a deeper look. It may be showing you something about yourself that you have needed to see for a long time.
This is My A.B.L.E. Journey.
What will yours reveal?
So I ask you…
What is the tension in your life revealing?
Do not be so quick to get away from it. Take a deeper look. It may be showing you something about yourself that you have needed to see for a long time.
This is My A.B.L.E. Journey.
What will yours reveal?
So I ask you…
What is the tension in your life revealing?
Do not be so quick to get away from it. Take a deeper look. It may be showing you something about yourself that you have needed to see for a long time.
This is My A.B.L.E. Journey.
What will yours reveal?
You are well able.
You are well able.
You are well able.
A brother’s witness
A brother’s witness
A brother’s witness
Eric Harrison is a very close friend of mine, someone who I call a brother, an accountability partner. I’ve known Eric for over 10 years. I had the privilege of coaching his sons, so I saw firsthand how he was a very supportive father to his sons and was also kind to the other players who didn’t have their fathers present. He always displayed Godly qualities, and we became the best of friends even after his sons graduated. Eric is truly a disciple of Jesus Christ, a man who leads with integrity and great character.
Eric Harrison is a very close friend of mine, someone who I call a brother, an accountability partner. I’ve known Eric for over 10 years. I had the privilege of coaching his sons, so I saw firsthand how he was a very supportive father to his sons and was also kind to the other players who didn’t have their fathers present. He always displayed Godly qualities, and we became the best of friends even after his sons graduated. Eric is truly a disciple of Jesus Christ, a man who leads with integrity and great character.
Eric Harrison is a very close friend of mine, someone who I call a brother, an accountability partner. I’ve known Eric for over 10 years. I had the privilege of coaching his sons, so I saw firsthand how he was a very supportive father to his sons and was also kind to the other players who didn’t have their fathers present. He always displayed Godly qualities, and we became the best of friends even after his sons graduated. Eric is truly a disciple of Jesus Christ, a man who leads with integrity and great character.
Marlo Finner
Marlo Finner
This is the way back.
Tell the truth.
Face what is real.
Apply what is true.
Build evidence.
So I ask you, what is your next move?
This is the way back.
Tell the truth.
Face what is real.
Apply what is true.
Build evidence.
So I ask you, what is your next move?
This is the way back.
Tell the truth.
Face what is real.
Apply what is true.
Build evidence.
So I ask you, what is your next move?
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© 2026 A.B.L.E. Framework, All rights reserved
© 2026 A.B.L.E. Framework, All rights reserved