Monthly Archives: November 2015

I still stepped out with an umbrella

Week 9, MKMMA, 11-15-15

The deeper we go into this MKMMA thing the more we break off the old self, bring to life the deeply hidden inner self that we have sworn to let very few see and the more we step out in faith. How often do we pray and ask the Lord for something but then have a back-up plan just in case. When my grandma died a number of years ago it was a rainy, miserable day. On the drive to the cemetery I prayed and asked the Lord to hold the rain just long enough for the graveside service. When we arrived in the procession the rain has ceased to a very fine mist and I stepped out of the truck with an umbrella. I got about halfway to the grave site and realized I had just totally cancelled out my prayer with the umbrella so I took it back to the truck. There was plenty of lightning and thunder during the service but no rain. As soon as I pulled out of the cemetery it rained straight up, the bottom fell out, the wipers could not keep up. Now I am certainly not saying that I am an Elijah and so righteous as to make a deal with the Lord about the rain. The point is: how often do we pray in faith and then make a plan B, just in case. The more we go the more I am stepping out more in faith again. In business and life I have always had plans A, B, and C with no intentions of dropping my guards but they have come down a little. Even mountains are moved with a little faith, think how much can be done with a true, deep sincere faith, but even a little faith beats none and it all starts somewhere. Henry Ford, Thomas Edison and all the other great inventors and business men could not see all the steps in the middle but they could see the end and they had faith to see it through. There is no deeper faith than that of a praying mother in a rocking chair or a father sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands praying over his family, the kind of selfless faith in prayer for the best of others and this country. May God Bless the family unit, each person, and this country on this Thanksgiving holiday.


Straight and empty

Week eight, MKMMA, 11-17-15

Adrain Rogers, a Baptist pastor who is now deceased, said “most people live their lives straight as a gun barrel and twice as empty.” One of the blessings of the MKMMA experiences is that I am looking to serve people again. This thing of nothing negative and no opinions has been a bit of a challenge but I have to remember what my grandpa used to say, “you have two ears and one mouth for a reason, keep them in perspective.” There are 15 guys in the plumbing trades class I teach at college and they were whining about wanting to leave early the other night. I made a deal with them, each one had to do 3 acts of random kindness through the next week and report it back to the class next week. They did not have to spend money but find a creative way to unexpectedly brighten someone’s day and in no way could they be paid in return. We talked about how negative and cynical most people in the world are and this is a way to do 48 acts of random encounters to lift someone’s spirits. There are some really good guys in there so I am excited to hear what they did next week. I guess it is no accident that “listen” and “silent” have the exact same letters. When we talk less, listen more, focus on others and how we can serve them, we find our blessings and we are no longer living “twice as empty.”

Becoming a nice guy again

11-10-15, week seven

This MKMMA thing is really messing up my old life. I was once a minister who used to be a really nice guy that cared for and loved people. I worked with some churches and found that some of the people in the pews can be some of the most judgmental and hateful people I had ever met. That was not supposed to be. Church was the one place where anyone should be able to go and be accepted unconditionally, with love, and without being judged. I was totally blown away by my ministerial experiences so I went back to construction. At least there I knew what to expect and I knew how to settle issues. I have been in construction for 35 years and when I went back to the tools I set up some impenetrable barriers and shields. They got me in the pastoral setting and I was determined that was not going to happen again. You want to talk about a concrete Mike, yep, that was me, cold as stone, tougher than hell, impenetrable, would respect your feelings as long as you acted respectful and would walk all over your feelings if you acted like an idiot or full of nonsense because my feelings were more important than yours, but still, like Carol, my guide said the other night on a conference call, “a big marshmallow” on the inside but no way was that side getting out again (the elderly, handicapped, and respectful kids have always been on my top shelf for care and respect.) And then we are to have no opinions, are you for real, I have all the answers. And then Sunday Mark said to forgive everyone and hold no grudges, just let everything go, he is really screwing this all up for me. People are starting to notice the change and it is kinda like they might start to like me again, how can I let that happen? If you have read my previous blogs, you know I have a super big heart but have not been willing to put it out there. I have had this poem for over 35 years and often read it, yes, it has always been in my heart even though it was not displayed in my life. If this MKMMA stuff keeps on someone might even see me being nice again, man, can that happen?
The World Is Mine
Oh God, Forgive Me When I Whine
Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair.
I envied her, she seemed so gay, and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobbled down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch.
And as she passed… a smile.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 legs, the world is mine
I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it’d do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me, “I thank you, you’ve been so kind.
It’s nice to talk with folks like you. You see,” he said, “I’m blind.”
Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.
Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play.
He did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
“Why don’t you join the others, dear?”
He looked ahead without a word. And then I knew,
he couldn’t hear.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 ears, the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I’d go.
With eyes to see the sunset’s glow.
With ears to hear what I’d know.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I’ve been blessed indeed, the world is mine……..
~ Red Foley

Open heart surgery and deer hunting

Week 6, MKMMA, 10-4-15

I know there are technological breakthroughs in every facet of life that boggle the mind and destroy the old ways. It becomes more clear each week how the old blueprint is a thing of the past. My brother is no stranger to heart issues, seven stents over the past 4 years. Well, on Oct. 15th he had open heart surgery. I was talking to him today and he said he feels fine, in fact, on Monday the Dr. released him to drive and go deer hunting. I knew I heard him wrong. Eighteen days after they cracked him open for open heart surgery he is released to take his 7 mag rifle and go deer hunting? Doc told him not to shoot too many times, oh, and also told him to lose weight, eat less sugar, and more fats. Do what????? Now that just pops the old blueprints of all we have heard for years. The body is way more capable of what we give it credit, just as the mind. Now my old blueprint tells me he will pull the trigger on that 7 mag but one time because just last week a sneeze nearly took him out, but, hey, who am I to be the skeptic. I just need to keep processing my new blueprint, believing, and growing.

Mike Potts