Sunday, May 25, 2025

 



HEALTH UPDATE

In the fall of 2017 I spent 5 weeks in Madigan Army Medical Center hospital diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a non-curable but treatable blood cancer. Following intense chemotherapy I spent the Christmas holidays recuperating at home.
In the spring of 2018 I spent 10 weeks at the Seattle VA hospital where I received a stem cell transplant a difficult and at times brutal procedure but well worth it. I am happy to report that I continue in remission. I was especially blessed by Melba and other family members volunteering to be my caregiver for a week or two so I could stay in the Marriott instead of remaining in the hospital for the duration.
In 2023 I underwent a cardio ablation to stabilize my heart rate which was severely accelerated. The procedure was successful and my heart continues to beat at normal levels, unless, of course, my sweet wife, Melba, gives me a kiss, then my pulse rate soars!
Finally, my treatment for glaucoma is successfully keeping my eye pressure under control.
As always, I am eternally grateful for the prayers and support given me by my family and my friends—you are all dear to me!

Monday, May 19, 2025

 

The Joy of Mantras

A mantra is a word, sound, or phrase that is repeated during meditation or during times of stress to focus the mind and quiet the chatter of thoughts. Mantras can be derived from spiritual traditions or simple phrases that resonate with the individual. They can be used to promote mindfulness, calm anxiety, and cultivate positive thinking.   Here are a few examples of mantras:

·       “My mind is brilliant. My body is healthy. My spirit is tranquil.”

·       “I create my own path and walk it with joy.”

·       “I am conquering my fears and becoming stronger each day.”

·       “My body is a temple. I keep my temple clean.”

·       “My commitment to myself is unbreakable.”

I have found mantras to be very helpful in keeping me anchored to what is really important in life.  Here are three that I use frequently:

Ø At times, uncomfortable and unwanted memories will surface, reminding me of past mistakes, decisions that hurt others, and even sins.  This mantra is helpful in keeping me in the present and reminding me of my Christian discipleship:

 

“That was me then—that is not me now.”

 

Ø Everyone has problems in life that can be small or huge—I am no exception.  This mantra helps me stay focused on solutions, not the problem:

 

“Every problem has a solution.”

 

Ø It is human nature to think that everything is about yourself.  This self-absorption prevents us from living according to the two great commandments given us by Jesus:  Love God—Love your neighbor.  This mantra reminds me of where my primary focus should be:

“Look up—Look out.”

Monday, April 14, 2025



GETTING USED TO THE NEW NORMAL 

As I approach my 82nd birthday, I've been reflecting on what this life phase means to me.  Many times I have bounced back and forth between "speed bumps" and calm waters and found myself waiting for things to settle down and get back to normal.  The other day, however, it struck me that this is normal--the "new normal".  Friends and family get sick and die, my wife and my health, energy and sense of well-being fluctuates almost daily, friends at the senior living community where we live respond to their myriad challenges in different ways: anger--kindness--sadness--weeping--involvement in the activities provided here--isolation--quiet contemplation.  The result of all this "new normalization" has actually been a blessing.  When things get a little crazy or I'm feeling depressed because of my challenges, it helps to remind myself that since this is really the "new normal" no amount of wishing/longing/hoping will change that and as strange as it seems, at least to me, that settles me down and speaks peace to my mind and heart.  I count this as one of God's many blessings He has given me over the years and I am so grateful to Him for it.

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Saturday, August 15, 2015

ONE DISCIPLE’S JOURNEY
Or
A WRENCHING, STRETCHING JOY

By

Lawrence M. Barry

            I believe in the power of storytelling to capture the ideas, principles, values, and beliefs of an individual, a family, a community, or a nation.  What follows are some highlights of my spiritual journey.
Upbringing and Early Experiences
            My family was affiliated with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, also called the Mormon Church or the LDS Church.  In this autobiographical summary I will most often refer to it as “the Church.”
            My mother was raised in an LDS family that was minimally involved in the community of faith.  My father was raised a nominal Catholic but was never a practicing member of the Roman church.  When I was eight or nine Dad converted to the Mormon religion thus ensuring that all my siblings and I were raised as active members of the Church.  As of this writing my two brothers are no longer affiliated with the LDS religion while my two sisters and I actively associate with our respective Mormon congregations.  I am the oldest of the five children.
            I was baptized at age eight according to the Mormon belief that infants need not be baptized only those who have reached “the age of accountability” which my church places at age eight.
            Throughout my life I attended and participated in various church meetings and activities such as worship services, Sunday school, Primary (for ages 4 – 11) and Young Men programs for youth 12-17.  At age 20 I left home to serve for two years as an LDS missionary in Argentina.
A Rooted Yet Evolving Belief
            As far back as I can remember there has been something deep within me that whispered of things spiritual, enticing me toward God and His Son, Jesus Christ.  Somehow, I knew that they were real and that my life would be best lived by following the teachings and example of Christ.
            In my younger years this “testimony” or “witness” was undeveloped and dependent, at least in part, on my parents’ own belief system.  I knew that eventually I had to make up my own mind about these things and grow my own testimony.
            This might be a good place to mention that part of an active LDS member’s testimony is the belief that not only do Christ and the Father exist but that Christ’s Church has been restored to the earth in these “latter days”, hence the last part of the official name of the Church i.e. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 
            My walk as a Christian disciple hit its first (and only) “speed bump” when I was working on my undergraduate degree in sociology at Fresno State College.  As so many young college students I became enamored of the secular theories and teachings found in so many college classrooms.  One semester was particularly challenging as I tried to measure my church and its teachings against the philosophies of the sociological world and began to find my faith wavering.
            For about three months an internal struggle waged inside of me.  I prayed and studied and pondered both sides of this conflict.  Finally, it dawned on me that I could not measure the things of God by the yardstick of secularism.  Instead, I realized that it is the gospel of Christ that must supply the standard against which to measure all other things.  Once I reached that conclusion my crisis of faith was resolved, never to return again.
            One point of clarification: this is not to say that I am anti-science or anti-secular education for I am not.  On the contrary—I love science and the humanities.  For years I was a marriage and family therapist and saw great good come from the application of the principles and theories developed in the fields of psychology and family sciences. 
            However, none of that compares with my experiences in watching people grow spiritually—as they come to know that God loves them and that they are special to Him.  That awareness does more to heal marriages and improve lives than any therapies can provide.
The U.S. Army Chaplaincy
            In 1981 I felt the Holy Spirit leading me to change direction in my professional life.  Up until that time I had worked as an adjunct teacher at the local colleges and university while maintaining a private practice in marriage and family therapy.
            Back in 1966, during the Vietnam War, I had been drafted into the Army where I was fortunate to serve two years as a chaplain’s assistant.  I began to feel the promptings of the Spirit moving me toward serving again in the armed services, this time as a chaplain.
            In 1982 I received an endorsement from my church to serve as a military chaplain.  Shortly thereafter I was commissioned a Captain in the U.S. Army and began what was to become the perfect career/vocation for me. During the course of the next 23 years we moved extensively and my career prospered finalizing with my retirement in 2005 at the rank of Colonel.
            During my tenure as a chaplain my personal spiritual journey took on new dimensions as I associated with and ministered to men and women of many faiths and of no faith.  I learned to love and respect the rich traditions of different churches.  More importantly I saw how the Lord works His wonders through many diverse avenues and people.
            My connection with my own Church and its teachings deepened as I studied my own religious tenets as well as those of other churches.  As I grew spiritually my sense of awe in the Divine magnified and I noticed that my perspective on people and things around me was imperceptibly being altered.  I judged less and appreciated more.  I was less inclined to anger and more touched by the imperfect humanity we all are.  I still struggle with my own frailties but no longer out of fear of God’s judgment but rather out of a growing love I have for Christ and His atoning sacrifice.  Interestingly, the more I come to love Christ the more love I seem to have for my wife, my children, my extended family and people in general.
The Road Ahead
            Now in my 73rd year I am more at peace spiritually than ever before.  While this phase of our lives has brought many different challenges, primarily health related, I am confident that God is with us and that He will shepherd us through the remaining time we have left in mortality.
            Not content with “coasting” in our retirement we remain as active and involved as circumstances permit.  I serve on the JBLM (Joint Base Lewis McChord) Retiree Council.  My wife and I recently concluded a year serving as part-time Military Relations Representatives for our Church.  In that capacity we taught emotional and spiritual resiliency classes to LDS military families who were facing the deployment of a family member.  We also do a fair amount of genealogy research.         
            In summary, then, my journey as a disciple of Christ has been what I call a “wrenching, stretching joy” and I suspect it will continue to be throughout my life…and beyond!
            

Sunday, April 13, 2014


Today is Palm Sunday when the Christian world remembers Christ's triumphal entry into Jerusalem one week before His crucifixion.  As I have in years past I am reposting a poem I wrote a long time ago that still reminds me of whose I am.


CHRIST’S TRIUMPHAL ENTRY
By
Lawrence M. Barry

That ancient day, so long ago
Our Lord rode mounted, grand and slow,
Into the town Jerusalem,
Into the throngs of waiting men.

The crowd rejoiced and gave Him alms
Of fresh cut leaves from desert palms,
Placed worshipfully along His way;
Their love reached out to Him that day.

“Hosanna to the Lord” they cried;
“Bless each of you” the Lord replied.
With one accord they welcomed Him
Into the town Jerusalem.

Centuries past, our day is here,
But still He lives to bring us cheer.
He stands prepared to do His part—
Triumphal entry into our heart.

Loving us with love supreme
He offers a celestial dream
Of peace and love within our home
And joy with Him when life is done.

He waits outside each person’s door
No matter if we’re rich or poor.
He knocks and calls as a gentle dove:
“Is there room in your home for the Master’s love?”

He wants to bless, His love He offers;
We need His help, His hand He proffers.
He knows us well and what we need;
He’s come to serve, to love, to feed.

While Christians wait for His return,
Christ waits for us to learn
That in a home that welcomes Him,
He will gladly enter in.

Let each of us, right here and now,
Within our hearts renew our vow
To love the Lord and serve Him well
That in our homes He’ll come to dwell.

Thursday, February 6, 2014



Major project under way: scanning folders full of family history documents, photos, and narratives on to my computer.  Much of the material was informally bequeathed to me by my late Uncle Chad.  I've brought additional items back from my mother's house after my last two visits there.  Final goal is to put all the material onto CDs/DVDs and give copies to family i.e. sibs and kids.  It is super exciting and very interesting to find something like the passenger list for the SS Wyoming that came from London to New York in 1884 with my fore-bearers on it as immigrants from England.  Seeing the documents, reading the censuses, and looking at the photos puts life into these people and helps me connect with them in ways that are difficult to explain.  They. Are. Family!