Friday, January 23, 2026

A Human Lesson from the Planet of the Apes



Stardate 01.23.2026

Do you ever wonder why we humans fight so much?

I have a feeling it often comes from something very simple: our desire to belong. No one wants to be left out — yet fitting in doesn’t always come easily.

As a kid, I was often the last one picked for sports. I was short, skinny, and not particularly athletic. At recess, I learned a survival strategy on the soccer field: I stationed myself near the goalpost. If the ball drifted my way, I could kick it in without moving more than a step or two. As Spock might say, “Highly efficient.”

While everyone else ran up and down the field building endurance, I was quite content guarding my little corner of the pitch.

That desire to belong doesn’t fade with age.

I once heard an interesting story from the set of Planet of the Apes. The actors didn’t have time to remove their ape makeup during lunch breaks. Over time, something curious happened — they began sitting with others wearing the same type of ape costume instead of their usual friends. Without intending to, they formed tribes.

We do the same thing.

In real life, we tend to congregate with people who think like us, worship like us, vote like us, or play the same sports we do. Even when we have friends across those lines, stepping outside our “tribe” can make others uncomfortable. One of my tennis teammates jokes that I sometimes go to the “dark side” when I play pickleball with my family. I happen to enjoy both — even though there’s a surprising amount of friction between those camps.

Over the next year, my quiet goal is to help bridge some of these gaps.

The closer I look at people with different viewpoints, the more I realize how much we actually share. We’re not as divided as we appear. Sometimes we just need the courage to see past the Planet of the Apes gear we’ve all learned to wear.


Scripture for the Journey

“For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we, though many, form one body.”
— Romans 12:4–5


Captain’s Addendum 🖖

Bones: “Jim— I mean, Michael — you’re saying humans aren’t that different from apes in makeup?”
Spock: “Doctor, logic suggests costumes merely amplify what already exists beneath the surface.”
Michael: “That’s what I’m learning. When we stop defending our uniforms, we start recognizing each other as teammates.”


Mission Reflection

Thank you for walking alongside me as I learn — slowly, imperfectly — how to listen more and label less. My hope is that this reflection encourages you to notice where quiet bridges might already be forming in your own life.

🖖 Live long. Prosper in purpose. Walk boldly in divine love.

Thursday, January 22, 2026

Celebrating Blog Story #6,000



Stardate 01.22.2026

Six thousand days.
Six thousand stories.
Six thousand small steps in a marathon only God could have mapped out.

Today is more than a milestone — it’s a moment I never imagined reaching. Sixteen years of showing up. Often quietly. Often in the wilderness. Often with nothing more than a gentle nudge from God whispering, Keep going, Michael.

Some thought I was out of my mind to stay with this for so long. But every story, every struggle, every lesson — they carried me here. And today, I’m peeling back the final layer of the onion to share something that has always been part of me, but rarely spoken aloud.


A Story I Never Planned to Tell

If you’ve followed this journey, you know I never set out to be a writer. As a boy, I watched my dad face rejection after rejection. He had the talent, the education, the discipline — and still, the world didn’t open the doors he hoped for.

Watching that made writing feel dangerous. Like stepping onto ground that had already burned my family once.

That tension lingered between us for decades.

And then one morning… I woke up and started typing.

I learned to use all my fingers.
I learned social media.
I learned how to share my heart without losing my peace.

And slowly, one imperfect step at a time, this unexpected calling began to shape me.


A Faith Refined Through Fire

My relationship with Jesus is stronger now than it’s ever been.

One day I asked Him, “Show me who I am in Your eyes.”
What He showed me wasn’t flattering.
But it was true.
And it was freeing.

I began to see how much of my life had been shaped by forces I didn’t fully understand — anger, fear, loneliness, self-reliance. Battles many of us carry quietly. Jesus didn’t reveal those things to shame me. He revealed them so He could heal me.

That healing led me back to where my story began.

I was raised Catholic. I drifted for years — mostly because I was angry with God. Then I met my wife. Her quiet devotion softened something in me. Worshiping beside her felt like coming home.

Today, I want to say something clearly — and gently.

I am Catholic.
And I believe deeply that every one of us belongs to God’s family no matter what label we choose to describe our particular denomination or flavor of worship.  

You don’t have to agree with me. I’m not here to convert anyone. Many of my closest friends worship in traditions different from my own, and I’m grateful for what they’ve taught me. A few aren't even sure there is a God. All people are welcome here. This space has always been about something bigger than labels. It's bigger than the fences we build around us. Perhaps that's why I was so drawn into Star Trek as a young boy watching people from the ends of the earth coming together for one purpose.

It’s about love.
And love makes room.

That spirit will guide the next chapter of these stories.


Thank You for Walking This Journey With Me

Your encouragement. Your presence. Your willingness to walk alongside me — it means more than I can say.

Today isn’t just my celebration.
It’s ours.

And if you’re wondering what comes next, I can promise you this:

We’re just getting started.

May you live long and prosper.
Have a great day.


Captain’s Addendum

Bones: Six thousand logs… Michael, remind me again why we’re not retired on some warm beach by now?
Spock: Doctor, your fixation on beaches continues to defy logic. This milestone is the predictable outcome of discipline and consistency.
Bones: Consistency? He’s running on stubbornness and whatever coffee he finds nearby.
Spock: And yet, Doctor, his method has proven effective.
Bones: (softening) All right… six thousand is no small feat. Just don’t tell him I said that.
Spock: Your attempt at secrecy is… statistically unlikely.

Michael’s Reflection:
Their banter makes me smile because they’re both right. This milestone wasn’t built on perfection. It was built on showing up — with grace, humility, and a willingness to grow one percent at a time.


Scripture for the Journey

“Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”
— Philippians 1:6


Mission Log

Milestone: 6,000 consecutive blog entries
Status: Grateful. Grounded. Hopeful
Objective: Continue uplifting hearts, sharing truth, and walking boldly in divine love


Thank you for celebrating this moment with me. May it stir something quiet and hopeful in your own heart — and may God meet you gently in whatever chapter you’re walking through next.

Join me here:
https://substack.com/@michaelmulliganlivelong

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

Tomorrow


Stardate 01.21.2026

There is a quiet confidence that comes from doing something over and over with a mindset of continuous improvement. That confidence has a way of spilling into other areas of life.

Not long ago, I rejected writing altogether. I saw it as a distraction—a poor use of time and energy. Now, I find myself savoring the golden hour each morning, writing before stepping out of the magical forest and into the day ahead.

Tomorrow, something my former self would have judged as foolish is about to happen.

Drum roll, please.

The odometer on this blog is about to flip to 6,000.

With that milestone comes a deeper level of vulnerability. In some ways, it feels like the very beginning all over again. I’m reminded of the advice I once gave my oldest son when he was a young boy preparing to proclaim Scripture in our house of worship. I told him if he imagined everyone in the congregation without clothes, he’d be just fine.

Today, it feels like the roles are reversed.

I’m the one standing here, metaphorically unclothed, sharing honestly from the heart. And strangely, there’s peace in that. Scripture reminds us, “Let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth” (1 John 3:18). Showing up consistently—imperfect but willing—has become one of those actions.

If you stop by tomorrow, thank you. If you’ve been here since the beginning, thank you. And if you’ve joined somewhere along the way, thank you for walking with me. If you decide to comment at the end of the story, I promise to listen and engage. 

Have a great day.


Captain’s Addendum

Bones: “Jim—sorry—Michael, exposing your soul to the universe again?”
Spock: “An illogical fear, Doctor. Authenticity has proven statistically effective.”

Michael’s Reflection:
I’ve learned that growth often requires standing in the open without armor. Writing daily has taught me that courage isn’t loud—it’s consistent. One honest entry at a time, the fear loosens its grip, and peace takes its place.

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

How Do You Fit in God's Kingdom?



Stardate 01.20.2026

I’ve heard all the arguments—pro and con—about worshiping in a church versus not worshiping in a church. Many of those arguments are rooted in feelings. And I get that. Isn’t that how we live most of our lives? If something feels right, we do it. Over time, habits form.

I’ve been on both sides of the fence when it comes to how I worship. More on that in a couple of days, when I celebrate my 6,000th blog story and peel away the last layer of the onion. Today’s question is directed at you—and how you fit in… or maybe don’t feel like you fit in at all.

Have you ever felt like something was missing in your life?
I have.

In my younger days, I believed I needed to control everything in order to get ahead. My sense of purpose was measured by possessions. Sadly, acquiring more stuff didn’t solve the problem. What followed was a season of letting go. I had mixed feelings about it, but I trusted my gut that peace might eventually find me.

It didn’t happen overnight.

Finding your purpose may be one of life’s longest journeys.

One of the greatest discoveries I’ve made is this: I am created in God’s image—and God loves me. Truly loves me. God wants me. And He wants you. Sending His only Son to die for you and me so that we can be with Him forever is the greatest act of love you will ever find in the universe.

When you truly understand that, worship no longer feels like a command.
It becomes a response.

It’s like wanting to be with your family and break bread together—especially after being away from home for a long time. That’s where I find myself today. And the quiet certainty in my heart confirms it.

I’m home.

How about you?

Yes, it’s true—you can worship God anywhere. He is everywhere. He hears you wherever you are. But keep this in mind: there may be others who are struggling to find where they belong. Your presence in a house of worship might help someone else find their way.

There is a special power when people come together to worship. Something happens in community that doesn’t always happen alone.

As you consider ways to make this new year one of your best ever, think about where—and with whom—you’re walking your faith journey.

Have a great day.


📖 Encouraging Scripture
“So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God.”
— Ephesians 2:19


🖖 Captain’s Addendum

Bones: “You’re saying people don’t need to be forced—they need to feel like they belong.”
Spock: “Correct, Doctor. Belonging precedes commitment. This appears to be a universal truth.”
Bones: “Funny how love does what rules never could.”
Spock: “Indeed. Love is… highly persuasive.”

Michael’s Log:
I’ve learned that God doesn’t ask me to fit into His Kingdom by shrinking myself. He invites me to come home as I am—and then lets love do the transforming. Maybe our job isn’t to decide who belongs, but to leave the door open and the light on.


🙏 Closing Reflection
Thank You, Lord, for making room for all of us in Your Kingdom. Help us recognize where we belong—and help us be a welcoming presence for those still finding their way home.

Monday, January 19, 2026

First Fruits


Stardate 01.19.2026

Two brothers, Cain and Abel, brought offerings to God. Abel brought the firstborn of his flock. Cain brought fruit from the ground. One gift was accepted, and the other was not. That moment—recorded in Genesis 4:3–8—set the stage for the first murder, when Cain allowed jealousy to take root and killed his brother.

I don’t fully understand why God accepted one offering and rejected the other, but I sense it had less to do with the gift itself and more to do with what was going on inside the human heart. Abel brought his first fruits. Cain brought something. Perhaps Cain’s heart simply wasn’t in it.

That story challenges me.

As for me, I’m doing my best to make sure God is first in everything I do—including the gifts I offer. That’s why I’m placing the very first copy of Where in the World is Wilson? into a time capsule that will be sealed inside our house of worship for future generations. Marcie, our director of religious education, is currently collecting contributions from our youth to include in that same capsule.

While that first copy won’t be seen again for many years, my hope is far more immediate. I’m working toward delivering enough coloring books so that every patient who wants one at the University of Iowa Stead Family Children’s Hospital can have one when the book officially launches in a couple of months—on St. Patrick’s Day.

Jesus reminds us in Matthew 25:40:

“Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”

My prayer is that this small coloring book bears great fruit for children and families who are seeking comfort, hope, and a reminder that they are seen.


Captain’s Addendum

Spock: “It appears, Bones, that first offerings carry a significance beyond the material.”
Bones: “Spock, I’ve always said it’s the heart that counts… and apparently the timing too!”

Reflecting on that, I’m reminded that when we offer our very best to God and others—whether a first copy of a book, a coloring book for a child, or simply our attention and care—we’re planting seeds. Some may grow slowly, some unseen, but they all have the potential to bear great fruit. It’s a small act of faith with a ripple far beyond what we can measure.

Have a great day.

Sunday, January 18, 2026

One Percent Better Coaching



Stardate 01.18.2026



I truly believe the best person equipped to coach you is yourself.

Think about it for a moment. Who is there when you’re down in the dumps—when hope feels thin, money is tight, and opportunity seems nowhere in sight? The hard truth is this: most of the time, it’s nobody but you.

Before you push back on that idea, hear me out.

Yes, there are people who have walked the road before you. Mentors, teachers, friends—they matter, and their wisdom can change a life. But that part of the story is finite. You are the one constant in your own life. You’ll be with you longer than anyone else ever will.

You know your patterns. You know your fears. You know when you’re avoiding growth—and when you’re quietly rising. Parents can guide you, but they won’t always be here. Friends may come and go. If you learn how to coach yourself, you gain an ally who never leaves, no matter how hard life gets.

So if you decide to hire yourself as your own life coach, start small.

Adopt one idea and make it your own. You’ve seen it here before: aim to be one percent better today than you were yesterday.

The first time you try this, you may feel lost. You may fail. That’s not a flaw in the process—that is the process. Failure means you’re attempting something new, and something new is always better than repeating the same patterns that kept you stuck.

Fail often. Learn continuously. Coach yourself with patience instead of judgment. Over time, those one-percent gains compound into real change—quiet, steady, and lasting.

“The plans of the diligent lead surely to abundance,
but everyone who is hasty comes only to poverty.”
— Proverbs 21:5

Near the end of the journey, it’s rarely the dramatic leaps we’re grateful for. It’s the small, faithful steps that carried us when motivation ran low and hope needed time to catch up.

Join me here: https://substack.com/@michaelmulliganlivelong

Captain’s Addendum

Spock: “Incremental improvement remains the most efficient path to sustainable progress.”
Bones: “In plain English, Spock—just don’t quit on yourself.”

Michael: I’ve learned that waiting for someone else to rescue me only delayed my growth. Coaching myself—especially on the hard days—taught me resilience, humility, and hope. One percent better doesn’t feel dramatic, but it’s how real change shows up in a life.

Thank you for sharing this moment with me today. May this thought stay with you quietly—an encouragement to be patient with yourself, courageous in your effort, and faithful in small steps—as you carry it into prayer or reflection.

🖖

Saturday, January 17, 2026

Reclaiming My Writing Mojo


Stardate 01.17.2026

I’m taking a victory lap today. It's a quiet celebration for surviving a difficult time in my life. While I’m keeping the details private, let's just say the wheels were falling off in multiple areas of my life.

I sought help. At first, the requests were unanswered. I became more desperate.

The one thing that didn’t stop was showing up here daily on this blog — even when this darkness moved in like storm clouds signaling danger ahead. I was stuck for too long.

Today, I’m celebrating the positivity that has returned. It’s not forced. It didn’t return overnight. I simply kept moving forward until the sun came out.

Today I’m reclaiming my writing mojo. I feel like a surfer who learned to ride the big wave. This one I’m on now is the big kahuna.

For those of you who know about my personal life, no, the storm is not over — I’m just learning how to dance in the rain. Surely, there will be more storms in the future.

Thank you for your support. Have a great day.


📖 Scripture Guidance
"But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint." — Isaiah 40:31


🖖 Captain’s Addendum

Spock: “It appears you’ve reacquired your verbal propulsion, Doctor.”
Bones: “Don’t get carried away, Spock. He’s just surfing the big one without wiping out… yet.”

Michael’s reflection: Some victories are quiet, almost invisible. I’m learning to honor each step forward, no matter how small it seems to the world. Even when the storm hasn’t passed, celebrating these moments reminds me I’m still moving — and that’s enough.


Join me here: https://substack.com/@michaelmulliganlivelong


📝 Mission Log
Today’s reminder: It’s okay to celebrate the quiet victories. Keep showing up. Keep moving forward. Your resilience is a light for others.

With gratitude,
Michael