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When I worked at Brigham Young University I was privileged to have an office in a beautiful new building. The man who made it possible with a large contribution was Pete Harman. One day he told us how he made the money to finance this, and many other worthy projects.

Pete was at a trade show in Chicago when he met a man with a secret. He was a common working man, now retired. But in his heart he carried a dream. So about the time many people are wrapping up their life’s work and heading to the rocking chair on the back porch this man was in Chicago at the show pursuing his dream.

The two struck up a conversation. The southern man said, “If I ever get to Salt Lake City I’ll cook you a chicken dinner.” Pete smiled. They shook hands and parted.

But surprise. Some time later the gentleman turned up at Pete’s door and said, “I have come to make good on my promise.” The visitor called for several pressure cookers, various spices and ingredients, and labored in the kitchen for most of the night.

Pete figured he had an eccentric all talk no do wanderer on his hands. The visitor seemed to have bitten off more than any of them could chew. In fact, it looked as though none of them would be chewing anything. Nine hours the stranger pored over his pots and pans and frustrations. Still no chicken dinner.
But at length he called his hosts in and invited them to partake. They did so, mostly to humor him. Pete and his wife Arline tentatively lifted the chicken to their lips, took a bite, looked at each other and smiled. They both knew gastronomical gold even in the rough.

They spent the next few days preparing to give this new dish a little trial run at their restaurant. By Saturday they had an ample supply and production facilities to test the new offering at their restaurant, or so they thought.

As the marketing people say a product has got to have legs to move. This chicken had legs. It took off running all over Salt Lake City. People savored the flavor, devoured the dish, phoned their friends, and ran to and hollered at their neighbors to hustle down and treat their taste buds. No way could the restaurant keep up with the stampeding appetites. They had the world’s greatest marketing problem, over demand. They eventually solved it in a national and worldwide way.

Just before they opened the store on that momentous Saturday they remembered the new dish ought to have a name.

“What shall we call it?” Arline said.

Pete replied, “Well Mr. Sanders says he is from Kentucky. Why don’t we call it Colonel Sander’s Kentucky fried Chicken?” And they did.

In this great land which is still filled with opportunity dreams come true at many stages in life in many ways. The secret is to never give up on your dreams and always keep an eye open for the next opportunity. Not all of us have hankerings to build an international corporate empire. But we all have some secret desires incubating inside us. Even if they seem impossible, keep them warm, keep them alive. Some day to our surprise we may see that little egg hatch and watch that chicken run, maybe even fly.

To be continued

When the ancient Egyptians mummified a body, they mashed up the brain, sucked it out through the nose, and threw it away as useless gray gunk.

Aristotle, probably the most respected of ancient Greek learned men, thought the brain was a radiator to cool the blood.

But in today’s society, we almost worship the brain. A trained brain is often the ticket to prosperity, popularity, and success.

No doubt the brain is a useful organ, no thinking person should be without one. But is it the sole source of knowledge, intelligence, capability and wisdom? Maybe not. Dr. Robert Cooper a personal improvement expert has done extensive research on how the body gains and dispenses knowledge and feelings. His findings indicate that certainly the brain is the center of much, probably most, of our thinking and motor coordination. But there is much learning and even thinking at some level going on throughout the body.

Dr. Cooper’s research shows at least three thinking centers in the human body. The brain, the center of the body, and the area around the heart. Interesting. Perhaps brainpower, gut feelings, and heartfelt impressions are more than just figures of speech.

There is such a thing as emotional intelligence apparently. It well may be more valuable in everyday interaction than intellect. It also may be more powerful than brain centered thinking. Dr. Cooper’s studies have measured electro-magnetic waves emanating from the brain. They radiate out to about 11 inches. But similar waves from the heart area can be detected up to five feet away from the person.

I’m thinking (or maybe feeling) the best way to train and utilize this emotional intelligence is to analyze our actions, then look at the motives behind them. Then ask ourselves, “Are these things bringing me what I really want in life, and making me the person I aspire to be?”

If all things are lined up properly then we can enjoy the picture in our mind of wise old King Solomon in the Bible smiling down upon us and saying, “As (a person) thnketh in his heart, so is he.” (Proverbs 23:7)

Little Epistle: Memory as a Tool Not a Weapon

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Our conscious memory can sweep us from scene to scene faster than the speed of light. It can carry us to the vast caverns and massive motivational engines of the unconscious mind.

This incredible tool must be designed for important work. It is. The scriptures say, “Remember the Lord your God,” (Deuteronomy 8:18) This perspective from the past can help guide our future.

With our memory we can hang on to one piece of information, attach to it another and gradually build our knowledge base. Since intelligence is the glory of God, memory is an integral part of our divine potential.

The memories of joyous summers can support us as we work through the cold and bitter winters of our lives.

There is even an eternal memory that seeps slightly through the veil. It is called the light of Christ and it reminds us that we are not creatures of this earth alone, but eternal beings.

Memory is an indispensable tool. But like other tools it can become a weapon against ourselves and others. Memory misused constantly calls up discouraging and destructive images. An abusive memory recalls and re-injures old wounds and refuses to forgive past offenses thereby making the rememberer guilty of a worse sin than the one who offended him. (Doc. and Cov. 64:9)

The key to a truly effective memory is not simply recall, it is wisdom in our selection of what to store in it. Sydney Harris once said, “Happiness usually depends more on what we can forget than on what we can remember.”

Little Epistle: Habits

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I count among my friends the late Stephen R. Covey, but then so do a few million other people. But I did work with him on a couple of projects and they turned out well.

Stephen was an internationally respected consultant to business, government, educational, and religious organizations. His book, The Seven habits of highly effective people has sold 25 million copies in 40 languages.

The “habits” in the book’s title are the key to Steve’s effectiveness. Seven rules effectively recited won’t take us very far, but habits are what can make or break a life. Ingrained deeply enough, they determine our character.

Steve succeeded because he trained and motivated people to actually put into practice the principles he taught them.

He was convincing and authentic because he used the seven habits to guide his own life and his family. As a result, he was effective in more than just business.

His message was memorable because he packaged profound principles into seven bite sized habits.

In this he followed the master teacher who was the center of Steve’s life.

Jesus distilled his curriculum into just two habits, and his teaching method into two words. The habits he espoused were first Love the Lord, second love your neighbor. His teaching mode was, “Follow Me.”

I wrote a little song about that. It goes like this.
Jesus came to Galilee
He found Peter by the sea,
And the sons of Zebedee
He said to them, “Follow Me.”

As usual, you can hear this message, and Martin and me performing the rest of the song if you click on the YouTube attached to this post.

Little Epistle: The Worth of a Smile

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“…your clothes may be Beau Brumelly, They stand out a mile. But brother you’re never fully dressed without a smile.” So Sang Little Orphan Annie in the musical of the same name.

A smile can lift your spirits. Not just a smile from others, but from yourself. Research has shown that lifting the corners of the mouth opens up circulation to the brain, releases endorphins, a natural stress releasing pleasure-producing drug into the system. It probably helps us think more clearly and effectively.

For those of you who can only compute value in dollars and cents, put your smile down in your asset column and list the value at something like 50,000 dollars minimum. There is a rare medical condition named Moebius Syndrome in which people are born with weakened muscles in the corners of their mouths. They cannot smile.

I read once of a young woman in California who was successfully operated on and muscle tissue from other parts of her body was grafted in to the corners of her mouth. It is a difficult operation and does not always work. But in her case it did, and for the first time she could smile. The operation cost about 25,000 dollars per mouth corner.

That means that most of us are carrying around a fortune on our face. Our recommendation is to cash in on your investment every chance you get.

The world and you will be happier. This will also enhance your wardrobe. Because, “You’re never fully dressed, though you may wear the best. You’re never fully dressed without a smile.”

Little Epistle: Perhaps Love

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Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps Love, John Denver wrote in this lovely song. So many songs have boldly declared what love is and what it is not, it’s refreshing to have this tender suggestion.

Is there any word in the English language more misused, confused, and abused than the word “Love?”

Is it a noun? Is it a verb? Is it both, and more.

Is it in the body or the soul, the mind, the heart or all?

Can love be categorized as the ancient scholars said into eros, romantic love: philos, brotherly love; and agape; Godly love, the love that loves even its enemies?

This is less poetic than John Denver, but perhaps love is like electricity. We don’t know what it is, but we know some of the things it can do; including miracles.

Abraham Lincoln had inscribed inside his wife Mary’s wedding ring, “Love is eternal.”

That I can relate to. True love never dies. My father told me years ago, “You know something. When your mother gets herself dolled up, she is really a looker.” He wasn’t joking or even being kind. In his eyes she was gorgeous, because of, not in spite of the 60 plus years they had lived together as husband and wife.

I testify of the same experience.

Perhaps that is the answer to John Denver’s wistful wondering. In true love there is no “perhaps.”

Little Epistle: Persuading Your Subconscious

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As you know our minds consist of two parts, the conscious mind, and the unconscious. The conscious mind is limited. Research by the Bell telephone company years ago indicated that most people’s short term memory can hold about seven pieces of information. That is why phone numbers were limited to seven digits with a space between the first three and last four. The area codes added later botched that up. It’s harder to look at a ten digit number and then dial it from memory.

The conscious mind and memory are also fallible. I think it was Mark Twain who compared our conscious mind to a wooden bowl. It doesn’t hold very much, and after a while it warps.

But our conscious mind has one priceless ability. We can direct it. Dr. Maxwell Maltz in his book Psycho Cybernetics compared the conscious mind to the thermostat on the wall. We can change it at will. But the thermostat really doesn’t warm the house. The furnace does. But you can’t just go whack the side of the furnace to fire it up. You have to coax it with the thermostat. And, as you know the heat in the house doesn’t instantly change it takes some time. Likewise the subconscious, but once you unleash its power, it is far stronger and long lasting than the thoughts and words that flit through our conscious brains.

How do you communicate with and persuade the unconscious mind to do your bidding? With compliments, positive affirmations, even whistling and it also helps to describe the person you aspire to be. Perhaps the most powerful training message you can send is repetitious rehearsal. Psychologist and philosopher William James said this in three magic words, “Act as if.” That doesn’t mean imitate. It means do. If you want to be friendly, do what friendly people do. If you want to be a scholar, do what scholars do. If you want to be rich, don’t spend like a drunken sailor. People who get rich do just the opposite.

Most important, if you want to be a Christian, the path is as simple as two words. Jesus said, “Follow me.”

Epistle: Aw Shucks or Thank You

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When I was a boy growing up in our little town, of Payson Utah, the social code was quite forgiving about many things. Grammatical mistakes were ignored if even noticed. Economic prosperity was not the most important criterion for social acceptance. Athletic prowess was admired, but not worshiped. We even accepted people who were smarter than we were, of whom there were many.

But we had one article of faith maybe even a commandment. “Thou shalt not brag about thyself.” To do so was to be labeled, “Stuck up.” A social outcast, a leper. So even if we got a compliment we tried to play it down. Various versions of, “Shucks, that wern’t nothin.”

Some of us including me may still be saying this sometimes. We may think this is being humble. Maybe it is, but that response also carries some other messages. It may be a modest insult to the person who complimented us. Suggesting that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

It may send the message that we want the person to lay the kind words on a little thicker, something like, “No. seriously you were great.”

Ironically, it may sound like we didn’t appreciate the kind words they just gave us.

We might even convince our admirer that he or she was wrong. It really was nothing. That would be a downer.

Years ago The Three D’s, a singing group I was part of was playing a hotel in Las Vegas.

I went to see a dramatic production that was playing in the hotel. I enjoyed it. Later I happened to see the male lead in the show walking toward me in the hotel corridor. He was pretty well known as a successful Hollywood actor, and I was a little reluctant to speak to him. But I did, and told him how I admired his performance.

I expected a condescending wave as he went by. Instead he stopped in tracks, and graciously thanked me. I left feeling he had complemented me, as indeed he had.

Groveling is not necessarily humility. It may in fact imply ingratitude to our creator that we are disrespecting one of his children he made in his own image. That one is our self.

I’m convinced that the best response to a sincere compliment is an equally sincere thank you.

So if you think these words of mine are wise, I thank you. If you don’t, Ah shucks, twern’t nothin’.

Little Epistle: Bringing Forth Treasures

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Bringing Forth Treasures

My friend Martin and I were looking out our kitchen window across Utah Valley to the blue silhouette of the mountains around the mining town of Eureka. The town is named after the sound a prospector makes when he hits pay dirt. And as the old saying has it, “There’s gold in them thar hills.” Even richer are the deposits of silver and lead. Martin said this melody by my friend Dick Davis to the 23rd Psalm.

I said, “Martin, I see where you’re coming from. But maybe we’d better help the other folks follow the trail you just traveled.
Martin and I have been together so long it doesn’t take much to get us on the same wave length.

The mountains around Eureka reminded him of a mining magnate famous around here. His name was Jesse Knight, and he discovered and developed a vein of silver, lead, and some gold that was for a while as rich in silver as the Comstock Lode in Nevada or the seams of gold in the Sierra Nevadas of California. Yet glittering and rich as the ore was, it still required them to dig out two tons of rock to extract fewer than two ounces of the treasure. Seems like a lot of rock for a little ore. But that’s a good ratio for mining.

And it’s not that much different from some other treasures we might seek in this life. How many whacks and taps of the hammer on chisel did it take for Michelangelo to create his magnificent statues from a hunk of rock? How many brush strokes to create Leonardo da Vinci’s painting of The Last Supper? How many edits and rewrites to produce Leo Tolstoy’s book War and Peace? How many rehearsals to present Shakespeare’s Hamlet?

How much preparation to create life’s precious moments? My friend Frank Santiago’s son Brian swished through a shot from mid court at the last second that gave his high school the state basketball championship. Frank’s friends said, “Your kid has a beautiful natural long shot.”
Frank told me, “Yeah natural. Over the past four years I’ve stood under the basket and shagged that ball back to him every morning until he hit 600 shots.” You can do the math, but even at five days a week, I get a total of 624,000 makes. That doesn’t count misses. That’s how you become a natural shooter.

Most of us won’t be world renowned artists, scholars or athletes. But how about the most important treasure we can acquire in this life?
That’s what Martin was referring to, and the story goes like this. Years ago a man from a small town in southern Utah made it big as a professional actor. On a visit to his home town, he offered to do readings for a gathering of old friends and neighbors. They enjoyed his polished renditions. He closed his program with a beautiful reading of the 23rd Psalm. The Lord is my shepherd.

Then he asked his former bishop, who had served those folks for decades if he would come up and read the psalm.
“The Lord is my shepherd,” the beloved old minister began. No dramatic or interpretive skills, but a heart and soul worthy of the psalmist’s pen.

As he finished there was no applause, but a reverent silence, and some tears coursing down cheeks.
The actor stood and pronounced, “Bishop, I know the 23rd Psalm, but you know the shepherd.”

A lifetime of work casting away the distractions, temptations, and sins of the world had brought forth in this man a spirit of pure gold.

We are all miners and processors. The raw material of life presents itself to us every day. It piles up like the mountainous tailings out of a mine. Our job is to find the gems, extract them, shine them up and use them to beautify our lives and bless the lives of others.

Then, “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” (Psalm 23)

And thus may it be with all of us.

The Power of Commitment

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The ferocious energy of exploding atoms can level the landscape or light the cities. A pulsating neutron star emits thousands of times more energy than our sun every second. The universe is burning energy at rates we cannot calculate as it hurtles out in every direction. The Lord created and controls this measureless power plant through his priesthood.

With such resources at his command no wonder the visiting angels asked Abraham, “Is anything too hard for the Lord? (Genesis 18:14) The answer is no.

But sometimes things seem too hard for us. We may feel overwhelmed, stressed out, overburdened and even helpless as we face the tasks before us.

The answer to our weakness is to tap into the inexhaustible power of the Lord. He has promised us we are welcome to do so. The energy outlets are waiting for us. But it is up to us to plug into them. That plugging in process involves commitment.

Once we truly commit to the Lord to do his will at all costs we throw the switches that send his power surging to us. He, of course, does not immediately empower us with his omnipotence for we are still weak vessels and might misuse unlimited power. You don’t let babies and children fly jet planes.

Neither would it be wise for us to have the power to remove all resistance from our way. Then how would we grow? So God who is omniscient as well as omnipotent wisely meters the power to us sufficient for our needs and our ability to use it. As we grow in self-control and as our requirements expand he increases the amount of power entrusted to us.

But we must keep our commitments and honor our covenants, or like a faulty electrical connection we will decrease our ability to receive the power of the Lord.