Missing Mike

I wrote a devotion on this blog six years ago, and because the lectionary is on a three-year cycle, the Magnificat passage that I used for that piece is one of the Advent readings again this year. I wrote about my dear friend Mike, who blessed and vexed us with his irrepressible love and badgering for eight years. Mike died suddenly on March 23, 2020, and as I read Mary’s song in the book of Luke, I think of Mike again. Mike could never get enough of people, talking, occasionally spitting while talking, and getting into personal space. Though I’m missing Mike, I’m grateful that instead of following (breaking) COVID guidelines, he is wandering the streets of heaven greeting people and inviting them to bingo, bowling, picnics, and silent auctions. I look forward to seeing him there one day and hope you enjoy my devotion from 2014, which I’ve re-posted below.

Last weekend my husband and I were spectators at a nearby bowling alley for the “Saturday Special Bowling League.” This is a league for special needs adults, and we were invited by our developmentally disabled neighbor, Mike, who is an avid bowler. When I say we were invited, what I really mean is we were cajoled, coaxed, encouraged, begged, and reminded repeatedly to come and see Mike bowl. “Hey Buddy,” Mike would say. “You are my number one neighbor. Me and Kitty [Mike’s beloved cat] love you all very much. Do you know my birthday is coming up? Do you have some extra winter gloves I can have? Can Phil take my air conditioners out? When are you coming to see me bowl?” I had this interaction with Mike outside, and then five minutes later, his name came up on our caller ID. A little Mike-weary, I let the answering machine get it, and Mike left a message: “Hi Annie, hi Phil, I am a great neighbor. I rake your leaves and I bring your garbage totes in and I shovel for you. I got some nice boots at Walgreens for $9.99 that I’d like to show you soon. They had men’s, women’s, and kids’—isn’t that great? Please call me back and let me know when you can come to bowling.”

We settled on a Saturday, and as we were leaving the house, we got a payphone call. We knew it was Mike because Mike is the only person left in Buffalo who uses payphones. He had missed his bus to get to bowling, and could we give him a ride? So we swung by Mike’s bus stop, and he was positively glowing when he got in the car. As we drove, Mike talked about the snowstorm, the upcoming forecast, what a good bowler he is, and how he was going to make us proud. He wasn’t joking about being a good bowler—Mike regularly scores 130 and higher, and I’m proud to say that I’ve broken 100. Once.

When we got to the bowling alley, stale air and body odor greeted us, byproducts of a busy Saturday at the alley on a dreary day, as well as the large group of special needs people who didn’t seem to clean themselves as much as I’m used to. There was no rushing to the lanes or trying to start at a certain time. Eventually the bowling started. Mike immediately got two strikes and a spare, and I realized that he wasn’t the only decent bowler in this league. Eddie, in the next lane, told me that the previous week he scored three strikes in the tenth frame. “They made a special announcement about it,” he reminded me throughout the afternoon. Eddie has rotten teeth and deep laugh lines around his eyes. He has an unorthodox bowling form, walking languidly up to the lane and giving the ball a little two-armed heave that very rarely led to the gutter. A few times his ball split the pins unexpectedly, and he’d say with a smile as he sat down, “I got robbed.”

And Mary said: “My soul magnifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me—holy is his name. His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation. He has performed mighty deeds with his arm; he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts. He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble. He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty.” (Luke 1:46-53)

To me, Mike is the definition of simple. His thoughts are not complex, he loves life, and he rejoices in the small things. He has a heart of gold, blessing and complimenting and cheerfully inquiring after the weather everywhere he goes. When I see Mike decorating his porch for each holiday so thoroughly (and so early), when I see him and Eddie bowl with such pride in the abilities God has given them, when I see Mike’s face light up because we remembered his birthday or agreed to come watch him bowl—I understand what Mary meant when she says, “He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble.” Mike lives with a simple, joyful abandon that requires very little money, begets very little worry, sanctifies the mundane, and edifies those who, like me, are fortunate to call him friend.

Do you know someone whom the world may look down on, but whom God has used to show you the richness of simplicity?


  1. Gretchen Erhardt

    We’re missing Mike too. What was so disarming is that he just expected to enjoy your company and you to enjoy his.

  2. Mary Lou Hartnett

    Your words always touch me just where, I believe, God is leading! Thank you Annie for bringing deeper meaning for me to Mary’s words.

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