SNIPETS

“And there followed him a certain young man, having a linen cloth about his naked body; and the young men laid hold on him:  And he left the linen cloth, and fled from them naked.” (Mark 14:51-52)

Yes, those are some of the most bizarre verses in the New Testament.  I think they’re appropriate, however, for this piece which I call “Snipets”.  I’m not even sure how to spell “Snipets”.  Is it “Snipets” or is in “Snippets”?  Well, I’ll spell it “Snipets”.  I will probably feel quite “naked” and vulnerable in writing this piece, hence the Scripture heading!

There was an all instrumental song played on synthesizer which made it onto the pop charts somewhere around 1973 or 1974 called “Snipets”.  As I write, that song is “playing in my head”.  I’m gong to be “wicked busy” over the next few days and may not get a chance to post on this blog for awhile, so I wanted to write SOMETHING today.  I wonder if newspaper columnists go through what I’m going through today.  In my head, I’ve got VERY rough outlines and ideas for six possible blog postings, but all need to be thoroughly developed and I don’t have the time, so I’m going to just give you “snipets” of all six of them!

1.  A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS.  I watched that last night for the “umpteenth” time.  I expected to be bored with it, but I wasn’t.  I loved it.  It was almost as if I’d never seen it before.  “A Charlie Brown Christmas” is really NOT a “children’s special”.  It’s really for adults.  The beginning. and in fact much of it, is very melancholy.  Yet, the Christmas story from Luke is read and the true Christmas story comes through despite the materialism and foolishness.  Those who know me know I really don’t like Christmas very much.  Oh, I LOVE singing Christmas carols.  And I love Christmas candy, especially milk chocolate bells.  But all the pressure?  And all the materialism?  And all the trying to out do each other?  December is a month I dread....it’s not even December yet, but it feels like it.  So, I liked “A Charlie Brown Christmas”.

2.  21 BAGS OF LEAVES IN THE WALL.... Or is is 21 bottles of beer in the wall?  I learned that “bottles of beer” song in early elementary school.  My parents didn’t appreciate it when I sang it on one of our trips to Cape Cod!  Well, it’s not “in the wall” but it IS 21 bags of leaves.  I have raked up 21 big bags full of leaves from my yard this year....and yet, my yard is still covered with leaves.  I raked 7 of the 21 bags yesterday.  All that work, all that sweat, all that time, and the yard is still covered with leaves.  This is kind of a big deal because our yard is no more than a quarter of an acre.  There are three outdoor work seasons of the year:  winter snow shoveling, summer lawn mowing, and fall leaf raking.  I definitely like fall leaf raking the least.

3.  TRUTH OR DARE?  You know what question guys hate?  It’s when a woman asks, “Does this dress make me look fat?”  How do you answer that one?  I am sometimes a pretty lonely and isolated guy.  The reason is I speak the truth.  If a meal is lousy, I’ll say, “the meal was lousy”.  It a guy’s lawn looks bad, I’ll tell him, “your lawn looks bad”.  If someone serves me a food that I hate, I’ll say, “I’m sorry, but I think if I eat this I’ll throw up.”  It goes on and on.  If someone asks me, “What do you think of the Jehovah’s Witnesses religion?”, or the Mormons, or some other religion, I tell them.  I’ve discovered people absolutely do not want to be told the truth.  They also do not want to be lied to.  For a very verbal guy like me, well, it’s just a dilemma.

4.  PRESIDENTIAL PRIMARIES.  I’ve been a “political junkie” from way back.  I must admit to being much less excited than usual about the 2008 Presidential race.  I think having the Iowa caucuses on Jan. 3 and the New Hampshire Primary on Jan. 8 is ridiculous!  “Political pundits” say the nominees will be picked by Feb. 15, but we don’t have the conventions until July and August.  This whole thing is out of hand and its ridiculous!

5.  CHRISTMAS WISHES.  I know this will sound like I’m contradicting what I wrote about above but I do have some Christmas wishes.  I (or I guess I should say “we” for my wife and I) sponsor a girl in Haiti.  She’s now around 14.  I feel kind of bad because they give sponsors a chance to send money for a Christmas gift and it had to be in to the agency no later than Oct. 31 and I did not make the deadline.  I’m also several months behind in my sponsorship. Well, I’ve actually sent money for the past few months, but I fell behind over a year ago, and I’m still trying to catch up.  I’d love to be able to somehow catch that up.  On a selfish note, we need a new electric can opener at home.  Ours died over a year ago.  I have about 32 other Christmas wishes.  Some are altruistic.  Some are very selfish....

6.  CAR PROBLEMS.  They used to call Volkswagens “Hitler’s Revenge”.  Overall, Volkswagens are usually pretty good cars. When my parents died in the summer of 2000 (within a few weeks of each other) I inherited their 1989 Volkswagen Golf.  At that time it had 18,000 true miles on it.  It now has 73,000.  Three weeks ago, I lost my stoplights.  I had to have that problem repaired and it ended up being a semi-nightmare which is much too much to talk about.  Last week, I had a dead battery, so the car had to go into the shop and $165 later I had a new battery.  Last Saturday, something weird happened with the car’s ignition switch.  It would take WAY too long to talk about it, but until I can get the ignition switch fixed, I have to leave a key in the ignition at all times, and then lock the car with another key.  It’s awful.  AND, my exhaust system is shot.  I have November state inspection, so I have to have the exhaust system work done and get a sticker.  Should I keep this car or should I not keep it? 

Well there you have my snipets!
    

PROTOCOL

“Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath: “ (James 1:19)

Protocol.

This past Sunday as I was preaching from Daniel chapter 6, I spent at least five minutes on a diversion speaking about PROTOCOL. I realized Sunday that protocol is SUCH a big thing to me, I almost should give a whole topical sermon on the subject, and I don’t usually give topical sermons. (I usually give expository sermons, but that’s a matter for another day.) No matter how strongly I try to express myself in this piece, it won’t be strong enough, for that’s how important I think the matter of protocol is. I am appalled that most Christians and church members have NO IDEA how protocol is supposed to “work” in a church. I’m also appalled that most people in general have NO IDEA how protocol is supposed to work in life, itself. I feel so strongly about this that I’m halfway thinking about writing a book entitled, “Protocol” and devoting
at least a hundred non-fiction pages to the subject. The problem is, it’s
(sadly) unlikely anybody would publish it!

I looked up “protocol” in the dictionary. It is best defined as “rules of
etiquette and diplomacy”. The word “protocol” comes from the French word “prorocole” which is from the Latin “protocollum” which literally means, “the first leaf”.

I, Bob Baril, would best define “protocol” as “the right way to do things;
the classy way to do things; the way a classy, gracious, and mature person conducts himself or herself in life’s situations”.

Here are a few rules of protocol that you should follow in church (especially in a “Bible-Believing Church” such as an Assemblies of God church or other evangelical congregation):

1. Men should always pray with men and women with women. This just plain prevents a lot of inappropriate emotional contacts and situations. When a woman rushes over to lay hands on a man and pray or vice-versa, well, that’s always  “red flag” to me.

2. There are no “assigned seats” in a church. A whole episode of the
animated sit-com “King of the Hill” made that point a couple of years ago. Don’t insist on sitting in “your seat”. Don’t be rude if someone else happens to sit in what you perceive to be “your seat”.

3. If you have an issue with someone in the church, DON’T say something in public to that person, such as, “You SINNED AGAINST me, but I FORGIVE YOU!” Make sure you keep conversations like that PRIVATE. Keeping matters such as that private helps prevent a lot of embarrassment and confusion.

4. If you have “issues” with the church or the pastor, then make an
appointment to speak to the pastor or to the Board. Don’t leave a “hit and run” letter on the pastor’s desk. Even worse, don’t send the pastor a “hit and run” e-mail and don’t leave the pastor a “hit and run” message on his voice mail. (As you can probably tell, yes, all of that stuff has been done to me over the years.)

5. Don’t hold grudges. Be quick to forgive. God was quick to forgive

YOU!


And, here are some rules of protocol to use in society in general:

1. Try not to drive too fast or too slow. Do the speed limit. Of course,
if the other cars are about to run you off the road, you will need to speed up!

2. Dress appropriately. I’ve found that the younger people are, the worse
they dress, but even some senior citizens really don’t know how to dress.
When you’re out doing yard work, you won’t want to wear a tuxedo! But on the other hand, in the business world, be clean and modest in your appearance, and dress a little nicer than you’re used to. I take a lot of teasing because unless it’s over 85 degrees outside, I wear a necktie and dress shirt when I do ministry work. I don’t let slobs set my standards of dress- I dress nice.

3. Be helpful. Don’t be meddlesome, or condescending, or a nuisance, but DO be ready to lend a hand when needed.

4. Be on time for meetings, or slightly early for meetings. If you’re
chronically early (30 minutes or more before the start of the meeting) or if you’re chronically late (30 minutes or more after the start of a meeting) you’ll just cause a lot of confusion and embarrassment.

5. Never telephone anyone before 9 a.m. and never telephone anyone after 9 p.m. unless it’s a matter of life and death. Regarding cell phones, DON’T be on your cell phone all the time. People who are always on their cellphones tend to be inattentive and rude.

6. Don’t yawn in public. Just don’t. There ARE ways to disguise and
minimize yawns. Yawning is very contagiousAND when you’re speaking and everybody’s yawning, trust me, that’s not fun. (And, for my critics out there, NO I’m not boring!). If you must attend a late meeting and you’re exhausted, drink lots of caffeine. I know, you’ll be up all night, but that’s better than yawning through a meeting.

Trust me, if you put these rules of protocol into practice you’ll be glad you did!

A BUNCH OF 53-YEAR-OLDS

“But when the fulness of the time was come...” (Galatians 4:4)

On Saturday night, I attended my 35th year high school reunion.  Even as I write that line, it seems surreal.  It SEEMED like I would always be young;  I certainly could NEVER imagine being over 50- yet, here I am!  It’s quite an experience to see the “kids” you went to high school (and in many cases, elementary school) with- as a bunch of 53-year-olds!  (Well, yeah, a few are 54 and a few are 52).

I went to my 5 year reunion, but then I didn’t attend any reunions until the 25th.  It had seemed that Canton High School was so long ago that all those memories and THAT Bob Baril should just be locked in a historical vault in some dimension between time and space.  In 1997, though, it just seemed right to go to my 25th reunion, and it was.  THAT reunion was held in a spacious “function room” kind of facility in Canton.  I thought it was kind of a classy event.  It was neat to talk to Rick B. who’d been in my homeroom from 7th through 12th grade.  He had become an F.B.I. Agent, living in the D.C. area.  A girl I’d “liked” in the 6th Grade was married and had twins.  The “cool” kids seemed less cool, and the nerds seemed a lot cooler.  The saddest part of THAT reunion was learning of those who had died.  I found out that Katie N. who was probably the nicest, sweetest person in our class had been murdered on the west coast by a deranged ex-boyfriend.  My best friend in 6th grade had died of A.I.D.S.  The co-captain of the football team had hung himself in a jail cell.

Saturday night it struck me how much OLDER 53-year-olds look in comparison to 43-year-olds!  Well, in all fairness, a few people, particularly females, looked fabulous.  One woman looked 35, several others looked 40.  I don’t know if they’ve had plastic surgery or what!  Most looked 50-ish, and a few could have passed for 70!  THIS reunion was held in a small and crowded bar & grille.  I was surprised at the venue.  It WAS loud and crowded.  I liked the 1997 venue much better.  It was still good to see the old classmates.  Glenn T. had been a fairly popular and very athletic kid.  He suffered a spinal cord injury seventeen years ago which has left him paralyzed from the waist down.  Glenn has been very active in the cause of reaching out to and encouraging those who have suffered spinal cord injuries.  Still athletic, he’s played wheelchair ice hockey!  I didn’t even know there WAS such a thing!  Glenn has become a very inspirational guy.  I was very impressed by his positive spirit and contagious enthusiasm. 

Most of my peers have grown children (like me) and many are grandparents (not yet for me!).  Some are the parents of preschoolers.  I’m glad my youngest is 21!
The F.B.I. agent was not present, and I did not see the girl I liked in 6th grade.  I DID see Danny F. who used to sit near me in junior high school.  I had not seen nor heard anything of him since our graduation.  Danny says I “gave him the answers” to a lot of stuff in junior high.  I don’t remember that, but I probably did. 

People do a lot of drinking at reunions.  I didn’t see anybody who was too drunk or anything like that, but one woman (I COULDN’T see her name tag) made it a point to tell me how “smart, classy, and sweet” I was in school.  That blew me away.  I really WASN’T all that smart in school!  I wondered if she’d had too much to drink, but maybe not!  I wasn’t real confident around girls in high school, but if I’d have known stuff like that, well, maybe I would have been!

Ten years went by like nothing.  That ten years seemed like one.  Come to think of it, the 35 years seem more like 5!  My father used to ask, “Where does the time go?”  I wonder that, myself!

HOARDING

“No man can serve two masters:  for either he will hate the one and love the other;  or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other.  Ye cannot serve God and mammon.” (Matthew 6:24)

I realize my last posting was mostly happy, cheery, reflective, and focusing on the joys of Thanksgiving week.  This one will seem like the exact opposite- and in a way, it is.  Since posting that, I received an e-mail from a very close friend of mine who lives in the Midwest.  I don’t want to use his real name so I’ll call him “Nate”.  Nate is in his late fifties.  He is struggling with a lot of the kind of issues people in their late fifties struggle with.  He has some health issues. Right now he’s on leave from his job due to his health.  When he is working regularly, he has a number of frustrations and problems on his job.  He has a daughter in high school and a daughter in college, and like most good parents, he worries about them.  He has a very bright and successful wife.  He’s very proud of her, but I think sometimes her success has made him feel inferior.  Nate’s greatest concern, however, is his elderly parents who live several hundred miles from him.

In order to cover all the issues regarding his parents, I’d really have to write three long blog postings.  In Nate’s e-mail that I received yesterday, he wrote about his parents’ problem of HOARDING.  This is at least the 5th time Nate has written about that issue.  Nate’s parents’ house is filled with wall to wall junk.  Nate and his brother are depressed, frustrated, and embarrassed about this.  Nate’s Mom was taken ill some months ago and the ambulance crew had a terrible time trying to get her out of the house with all of the junk.

I very much empathize with Nate.  My own parents were exactly the same way.  In fact, the problem of elderly people and their homes filled with junk was actually discussed a few weeks ago on Boston’s popular affairs show, “Greater Boston”.  I actually e-mailed the show’s host (or is it “hostess”?) Emily Rooney about what my sister and I went through.  My parents each died in the summer of 2000.  Much of their Canton home was filled with wall to wall stuff, and the house was in disrepair.  My sister has officially bought the house and made it her home.  Over the seven years, we’ve worked piecemeal at clearing out the (mostly) junk.  There were three rooms that were ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO ENTER the day my mother died in August of 2000.   They were just FILLED with anything and everything you could possibly think of.  The cellar was not quite as bad but was about half filled with junk.  The house was built in 1958.  In 1971, my father had a separate two-car garage with a full-sized room built on the property, and he proceeded to begin filling IT up with junk.  Back in the early 1960s when my parents were around 40 and the hoarding was in its early stages, at least you could navigate your way around the place and it didn’t look horrible, but the problem was that EVERY year for almost forty years, lots and lots of stuff was added, and very little was disposed of. 

Today, two-thirds of the stuff that was at my parents’ house in 2000 is gone...it’s either been sold, given away, thrown out, or in some cases, I’ve taken a few items I wanted.  After seven years, there is still another third to go.  Realistically, it will take another 2-3 years to finish the job.  My sister has also done a number of repairs and improvements to the house.

Some of the members of my own household tend to be pack rats, so that’s created a tension of its own, but I’m determined to never let things get the way they did in Canton!  Out there in the Midwest, Nate and his brother are STRESSED!  Their parents are around 80.  Within a few years, they will either be dead or in nursing homes.  They will have the immense burden of cleaning and clearing out the house.  As I said, I can empathize.

Today, I gave Nate the above verse.... the one about “you cannot serve God and mammon”.  Mammon is essentially MATERIALISTIC JUNK.  Hoarding (to the degree that my parents, and Nate’s parents, and a retired Professor who used to attend our church hoarded) is truly a SPIRITUAL PROBLEM.  That junk becomes an idol...a god.  (And, BOY, what a LOUSY God!!)  Leaving a place full of junk for someone else to clean out is, well, A SIN!

I drive my immediate family crazy because I’m a  “thrower outer”.  I usually don’t save sentimental items.  I really don’t have a lot of photos of me from before 1980, because I threw a lot of them out.  I don’t have a lot of stuff (other than school yearbooks) from before 1980 because I threw it out.  I am kind of extreme about throwing stuff out, and so is my sister.  When you hear our story, I think you can understand WHY.

The bumper sticker says, “He who dies with the most toys WINS.”  For MANY reasons I do not believe that.  Now, please don’t misunderstand- I don’t aspire to poverty.  Frankly, I like to eat well.  I like to eat in nice restaurants.  I enjoy comfortable furniture.  I like my personal library.  As minister’s libraries go, it’s actually SMALL.  I could probably fit all of it in 10 large cardboard boxes.  I do like to have a few nice suits, a few casual shirts, a few pairs of jeans, and a few pairs of shoes and sneakers.   I would like to be able to travel all over North America and not worry about the expenses.  BUT as far as owning all kinds of real estate and all kinds of junk beyond what I’ve just written about...I have NO desire to.  This may sound crazy, but there is a tremendous freedom in not being attached to stuff.

If you have a house full of junk and you REALLY want to FIX that problem (and I hope you do), there IS a way to do it.  My sister and I learned, IT TAKES TIME.  Picture an extra-large green trash bag (the 39-ounce kind).  You HAVE to get rid of the equivalent of at least one extra-large green trash bag worth of stuff EVERY week....ABOVE AND BEYOND YOUR REGULAR TRASH.  You have to do that “like clockwork”.  Now, in Canton, (admittedly) there were weeks that we got rid of the equivalent of TEN of those trash bags of stuff a week, but then we might not have done anything for a few weeks.  Anyway, over the 7 years, we have gotten rid of the equivalent of over 350 extra-large green trash bags full of stuff.  In the early days, it was SO discouraging.  We’d work at it and work at it, and it would look like we did nothing.  TODAY, seven years later, we can really see the difference and there is a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

As far as the stuff you DO keep permanently, “a place for everything and everything in it’s place” is a great motto, but that’s a topic for another posting.

If this piece made you feel uncomfortable, GOOD!  If Nate’s parents and my parents had recognized their hoarding problems decades ago and done something about it, it would have saved lots of stress and heartache for their children

A NICE WEEK

“Rejoice evermore.  Pray without ceasing.  In every thing give thanks:  for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.”  (I Thessalonians 5:16-18)

This is a nice week.

True, I don’t like the bitter cold and snow and ice that’s inevitably coming- RELATIVELY SOON.  I’m not even real fond of the Christmas season.  Celebrating Jesus’ birth and singing Christmas carols is actually very nice, but all the rat race, buying presents, and spending too much money, is not appealing.

But, THANKSGIVING is a great holiday!  Thanksgiving is one of my favorites.
Often I’ll attend the Marian High School football game with one of my young adult kids.  By the end, I’m often frozen and craving hot coffee, but it’s just a nice American tradition.  Then it’s the turkey dinner.  For those of you who think I’m one of those guys who does nothing in the kitchen, I’ll have you know that 75% of the time, I’m the cook in the family.  But my wife Mary Ann prefers to make the Thanksgiving dinner and she does a great job.  I’m one of those weird people who loves dark meat so I get quite a bit of the turkey all to myself.  I’m also a big stuffing person.  Sometimes we make traditional bread stuffings.  Other times, we make the Baril family French Canadian meat stuffing which was my paternal grandmother’s recipe.  It’s pretty much 50% regular bread stuffing and the other 50% is a mixture of ground sirloin and mild sausage meat, celery, and sometimes even a touch of mashed potatoes.  Mixed all together, and cooked inside the turkey, the stuffing is the best part of the meal!  

Thanksgiving is not just a day to “pig out” and watch football, however.  It’s a season of thanking God for his many blessings.  With all of our country’s faults, it’s still the greatest country in the world, and we are so privileged to live here.  Each year I take part in the Framingham Community Thanksgiving Service.  It’s always on the Tuesday night of Thanksgiving week. This year’s is at Temple Beth Am on Pleasant Street/Route 30.  Joining together for a service of thankgiving with people of many and varied backgrounds is a very meaningful experience.

I usually take the Friday after Thanksgiving off.  I may well do some “church work” on Friday afternoon and evening, but it will be nice to lay around the house on Friday morning.

Saturday night, I’ll be attending my 35th high school reunion in Canton.  The last one was the 25th ten years ago.  It will be interesting to see all of us as 53 and 54-year-olds.  It seems like only yesterday we were graduating from high school...just days before the famous Watergate break-in.  I’m the only “clergy person” in my graduating class.  Last time I was invited to read the names of those who had passed away since the previous reunion and to open in prayer.  In high school, I’d have NEVER been giving any kind of an address before the entire student body so that was quite an honor.

Well, have I bored you to tears?  I hope not!
This is a nice week.  I hope you will be able to enjoy it!

TOO MANY CHURCHES?

"ARE THERE TOO MANY CHURCHES IN DOWNTOWN FRAMINGHAM?"
Check out Michelle McElroy's thought-provoking piece (and the Comment I've posted) at
www.thisisframingham.com
and let me know what you think!

 

A BIT OF HEAVEN

“...The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much...” (from James 5:16)

Yesterday afternoon I returned from the 16th Annual Vision New England Pastors’ Prayer Summit which was held at Pilgrim Pines Conference Center in W. Swanzey, NH (just south of Keene, NH).  It’s hard to describe what a “prayer summit” is. I usually tell people it’s a “prayer retreat” and it IS, but it’s really much more than that.  If you’re not someone who’s a “born-again Christian” and really “plugged in” to God, much of what I could write in this entry would sound at best foolish and misguided and at worst insane.  But the fact is, we worship and seek God with all our hearts at these prayer summits...WAY beyond “playing church” or “religious rituals”.  They are very special times and they are supernatural times.

I have not attend all of the New England Pastors’ Prayer Summits.  This was my 9th.  I have attended sporadically since my first in 1994.  In those days, more attended.  Time was when there would be almost 80 pastors present.  This year, there were 41 registered, BUT in the ‘90s, there was only one New England Summit.  There is now a Connecticut Prayer Summit, a Rhode Island Prayer Summit, and a Boston Prayer Summit.  Many pastors who attend the “regional summits” no longer attend the November New England Summits.  Another change is that Women pastors have been invited to attend for the past few years...originally, they were “guys only” events.  Everything that happens at the Prayer Summit is confidential.  This is because the Prayer Summit is a “safe place” where pastors can “let their hair down” and share what they’re going through in their churches, struggles they’re having, etc.  I will say that I was completely exhausted, frustrated, and kind of depressed when I left for the Summit on Monday morning.  I pride myself in being very organized.  I left my church work and other commitments in a total mess.  I knew when I got back, it would mean a very busy and very hectic Friday and Saturday, and I’m into that right now, and no, THAT part of it...coming back to mountains of stuff to do...is not fun....BUT I am glad I attended the Summit.  There was an unusually strong sense of God’s presence and blessing at this year’s event.  I will not go into detail here, but God also placed a special and new calling on my life.  He spoke it into my heart first, NOT audibly, but as Elijah the prophet wrote, with His “still small voice” deep in my spirit.  Later, a person laid hands on me and prayed and prophesied WHAT GOD HAD ALREADY TOLD ME.  I had told NO ONE about it- therefore I knew this was confirmation from God.  Am I going to tell you what God said?  Nope, but trust me, it was good.

I believe there was only one other AG credential holder there this year.  To any of my Assemblies of God pastor friends who are reading this, you ought to consider attending next year’s Prayer Summit which will be held on the week before Thanksgiving in ‘08.  If you’d like more information, please let me know.

Now to that mountain of stuff I’ve got to attend to...