Ode To Steve Martin

One of my favorite comics of all time, Steve Martin, has been traveling the country with a blue grass band called the Steep Canyon Rangers. My Lutheran pals might have heard them on  A Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keillor.

Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers are coming to Tulsa on August 24 to perform at the Tulsa Performing Arts Center. My more astute friends purchased tickets on time.

I apparently live under a rock and did not.

It’s probably just as well because just saying his name makes my vocal chords seize up and I squeak. It’s not pretty.

Being a writer, I thought it might be a good idea to process my grief through song. Not being able to play a banjo, which this song requires, is merely a small blip in the grand scheme of life. I’m sure everyone knows the melody to Oh Susanna, right? That is the melody for this song. And so for your reading amusement I offer:

Oh Steve Martin

(Written by Deana O’Hara)

I’ve searched high

and I’ve searched low

and every place in between

I’ve searched where normal people go

and places best unseen.

Oh Steve Martin

Is coming to the PAC

Tickets sold in just one day.

And there’s none left for me.

I’ve asked once

and I’ve asked twice.

I’ve even thrown some fits.

I said please

and shed some tears

and even flashed my……

Cash.

Oh Steve Martin

Is coming here with song.

That’s one show that I can’t see

and I think that is wrong.

I’ve held my breath till I’ve turned blue

I’ve sniveled, begged, and sobbed.

I even bought an old banjo

but my husband thinks I was robbed.

Oh Steve Martin

is coming to our town.

Ticket holders are happy now,

while I just have a frown.

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And now for you listening and viewing enjoyment, below is a video of Mr Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers. Enjoy.

This post written by Deana O’Hara for Redemption’s Heart. All rights reserved.

Pathetic whining pays off! — I get to go see them after all. It seems a friend’s daughter and son-on-law are unable to attend and I get to go in their stead. AWESOME!

Remind Me Who I am, by Jason Gray

I’ll be honest, I’ve never heard of this guy before. I really like him, and I love this song. It’s Spirit filled, uplifting, and I like the musical arrangement. This is the first single from Jason’s Album, A Way To See In The Dark, slated for release on September 13, 2011.

I discovered Jason on a page called Under the radar on Facebook.  A friend turned me on to  Under the Radar several months ago and I’ve been enjoying their clips of newer artists who fall into their under appreciated status.  I love contemporary Christian music and this page has proven to be a wonderful resource. Considering how whiny I got about the hot weather, I thought I’d share something positive with you guys today.

Per their Facebook Page:

Founded
2008
About
Under The Radar is a weekly radio show of under-appreciated music.
Company Overview

Offering gourmet music, Under the Radar highlights some of the best undiscovered and under-appreciated tunes from Christian artists.

What is gourmet music? Well, a lot of music out there is like fast food but the stuff on Under the Radar is the gourmet variety. It’s the fine steak, not the mass-produced cheeseburger.

Description
In this one-hour weekly program, host Dave Trout shares stories, spiritual insight, and exclusive artist interviews to discover the depth of faith and creativity found in the music. Listeners participate by suggesting some of the best hidden gems in their own music collections that the world needs to hear.
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Under the Radar is a ministry of ReFrame Media (reframemedia.com) and Back to God Ministries International.
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This post written by Deana O’Hara for Redemption’s Heart. August 5, 2011. All rights reserved. No goods or services were given in exchange for this endorsement. I only share resources that I found beneficial and believe my readers will enjoy as well.

Thank God The Rabbit Died, That’s all I can say.

This is just me being cranky ya’ll. 
CRAP!

Don’t even think of “but it’s a dry heat”ing me.

I don’t care.

This isn’t hot,

It’s oppressive.

My son’s rabbit had a heat stroke earlier this summer, before it even got this bad. And sad as I am to see Oreo pass, I’m thinking it was a good thing.

This is crazy!

Great Garden Finds

With the present onslaught of triple digits in Oklahoma, I thought I’d take a few moments to show off some of my Northern Friends Gardens. These ladies are super creative and have inspired me to continue on my quest for garden art. Enjoy.

Concrete Pool Side Dragon, painted and glazed.
Terracotta Pot Garden Man, held together with wire. Do you see the boot on the lower right? It has a pot in it.
A welcoming sign by the front steps.

Oh I forgive you, but I’m still going to make you pay.

Not long before she died in 1988, in a moment of surprising candor in television, Marghanita Laski, one of our best-known secular humanists and novelists, said, “What I envy most about you Christians is your forgiveness; I have nobody to forgive me.”

John Stott in The Contemporary Christian.

You’ve blown it and you know it. Rather than deny it, you suck up your pride and apologize. Being forgiven feels wonderful (see Can you Give Me Three Days?), but what happens when they choose not to forgive you? Do you fall apart, jump through impossible hoops, or do you just walk away?

It is impossible to make someone forgive me and I hate that. I like to think that I am basically a nice person and that most people like me. And yet, we all have people in our lives who cannot, for whatever reason, forgive even the slightest of hurts even after we’ve apologized and made ammends. Or perhaps, they say they’ve forgiven , but oh are they gonna make you pay.

While I know that forgiveness is not an entitlement or a right, I do believe that being willing to forgive comes with healthy relationships.

I live in the same fallen world as the rest of you and not all of my relationships are healthy. I have choices as how to respond in light of this. I can either:

1. become a neurotic insecure people-pleaser, crushed by failure in the face of unforgiveness. I know this world well.

OR

2. I can accept who I am in Christ, know that God is in charge of everything, including my dysfunctional relationships and allow His Grace to carry me through.

I spend a lot of time in both camps. Learning how to stay in Camp 2, takes time, practice, patience, and lots of prayer.

Like it or not, there are people in this world who would rather set them selves on fire over my sins (real or imagined) and hope I die from smoke inhalation than forgive me. It doesn’t matter how many flaming hoops I jump through, or how deep the eggshells I walk on are, I can still feel the undercurrent.

I’m not a strong relational swimmer and under currents can pull me under more quickly than you can say…

                               well…..

                                             anything really.

It is difficult to show love in the face of being unforgiven;  anger brews just beneath the surface, snarky remarks and lit arrows flow freely and there are not eggshells big enough to walk on to keep the tinderbox from igniting. Fortunately love is a verb and not a noun. It is not my responsibility to make sure the other person forgives me or receives loving actions well, it is only my responsibility to make amends carry them out.

Maybe you have people like that in your life, or maybe you are that unwilling to forgive person. Either way, unforgiveness is an invisible weight that bares down on the soul and suffocates hope.  Unforgiven might make for a good Clint Eastwood movie, but it doesn’t cut it in real life.

Unforgiving people suffer from all kinds of spiritual maladies such as depression, anger, fear, insecurity, isolation, and  loneliness to name a few.  An unforgiving spirit almost feels entitled to punish those who’ve wounded them in the past by either withholding relationship, or by constantly reminding them of past mistakes. I know because for a long time, I was such a person. Unforgiveness is based in selfishness and pride.

Now I’m not talking about major screw ups here, although I’ve been guilty of those myself and yes, even those can be forgiven. Rather I’m referring to the lifetime of mis-steps, misunderstandings, and oversights that add up and take their toll when someone allows those events to take precedent in their mind.

It isn’t the little things that kill relationships, it’s the unwillingness to let them go.

An unforgiving person will ask me, “How do I know you won’t hurt me again?”

The unfortunate, yet honest, answer is, “You don’t and truthfully, I probably will. I’m not perfect.”

It really boils down to choices you know.

  • We choose to love.
  • We choose to be in relationship
  • We choose to forgive.

So what do you do when you are in a relationship with someone who chooses not to forgive past hurts? Do you choose to love them anyway or move on? I think it depends on the relationship and it depends on you. —

Three things I like to remember:

1. It is not about me. – It is impossible to live up to the unrealistic expectations of others, and being imperfect people we will inevitably have a bad day and let each other down. Healthy relationships involve telling each other the truth, facing problems head on, confessing our shortcomings and forgiving each other without keeping score.

I have no idea what has happened to the other person to create such a lifetime of hurt. Only Christ can fill that void and heal that hurt.

2. Unforgiven does not equal unforgivable – I have a book I like to read and it states, “As God’s people we stand on our feet; we don’t crawl before anyone.” — I am God’s child and my past is in his hands and no one else’s. Jesus Christ came to die for my sins. I am cleansed by his blood and set free from the past through his sacrifice. When I place my self-worth on a human beings ability – or lack thereof to forgive me, I place them on a higher plane than God.

3. The bells tolls for them not me, it’s okay to drop the rope. – Corrie ten Boom told of not being able to forget a wrong that had been done to her. She had forgiven the person, but she kept rehashing the incident and so couldn’t sleep. Finally Corrie cried out to God for help in putting the problem to rest. “His help came in the form of a kindly Lutheran pastor,” Corrie wrote, “to whom I confessed my failure after two sleepless weeks.” “Up in the church tower,” he said, nodding out the window, “is a bell which is rung by pulling on a rope. But you know what? After the sexton lets go of the rope, the bell keeps on swinging. First ding, then dong. Slower and slower until there’s a final dong and it stops. I believe the same thing is true of forgiveness. When we forgive, we take our hand off the rope. But if we’ve been tugging at our grievances for a long time, we mustn’t be surprised if the old angry thoughts keep coming for a while. They’re just the ding-dongs of the old bell slowing down.” “And so it proved to be. There were a few more midnight reverberations, a couple of dings when the subject came up in my conversations, but the force — which was my willingness in the matter — had gone out of them. They came less and less often and at the last stopped altogether: we can trust God not only above our emotions, but also above our thoughts.” (source: http://www.sermonillustrations.com/a-z/f/forgiveness.htm)

Just because we have someone in our life who insists on pulling that rope and ringing our bell, it doesn’t mean we have to answer it, we can drop the rope. We can choose to detach with love, forgive them, and surrender them to Christ. Only then can we be free.

Being unforgiven by others does not mean I am unforgiven by God, nor does it mean that I can be unforgiving.  Beth Moore has a great teaching on this very subject on Life Today. For more information on Living a Forgiving Life — You can see Beth Moore on Life Today at: http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=JB99CMNU and Part 2 at: http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=JBE0MJNU

This post written by Deana O’Hara for Redemption’s Heart. July 30, 2011. All rights reserved.

Gammy’s Gardens

My mother is an artist and even though she has not picked up a brush since the day her father died, she still creates. Her artwork is evident in her quilts, and especially in her gardens. Gammy (as my boys call her) always seems happiest in her garden, and with results like these, who wouldn’t be?

Moonflower beginning to unfold
This moon flower, only opens for one night and then it's gone. It's beauty is worth the wait.
Birdbaths can be found through out her yard.
She even has chipmunks for entertainment

There are hidden treasures in every nook and cranny of her home, from masks, to feeders, to climbers and more. Living in a state where everything dies from the heat, I’m always envious of her results. I’m gathering all of my photographs of her gardens over the years and creating a book for her on my publisher dot com for Christmas. I think she’ll like it. Don’t you?

My view this week

Loaded down with expectations and yet calmed by the sound of the surf, I am reminded that life as well as my state of mind is about choices. Covered by Christ, I am able to choose joy. Granted with a view like this, who wouldn’t?

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We’ve had a few bumps this week. Happy as I am to have my family together on Sylvan Beach, the renter of the house lied to us about the
Condition of the house, air-conditioning and bedding. Still, we are together and the view is beautiful

Jesus wants the rose. AMEN! — Matt Chandler Clip

I know I said I was going offline for a bit, however, a friend shared this on Facebook today and had to share it. I’ve never heard of Matt Chandler before, but he’s right.  Jesus wants the rose.

This is exactly where I’m at right now with the church as a whole. Some of you may find that offensive, especially when you watch the clip. Hopefully though, you’ll see the true Gospel in this… Jesus died for our sins… to proclaim that Gospel, to tell the truth about who Jesus Christ is… is not a sin… it does not lead people astray… it leads them to truth.

To proclaim any other gospel is to make disciples twice as fit for hell as we are.

God said:

GO AND MAKE DISCIPLES OF ALL NATIONS, BAPTIZING THEM IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER,SON, AND HOLY SPIRIT.

God did NOT say:

SIT AND MAKE A SAFE COCOON FOR YOURSELVES AND LET THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW ME, FEND FOR THEMSELVES.

Not having been born in the church, is becoming a blessing to me.. Christ pursued me with every ounce of energy and passion he had. I am forever in awe and amazement over that kind of love.

I was that rose – broken not necessarily by sexual sin, but by sin in general.

We are all that rose — even when we hide the crushed and broken places behind stained glass windows.

CHRIST wants me.

CHRIST wants you.

Broken. Messy. Crushed. Manhandled by the world.

He can do something with that.

Amen.

This post written by Deana O’Hara for Redemption’s Heart. No goods or services were given in exchange for this endorsement. I just believe the message in this video is too good not to pass on.

Can you give me three days?

It is really difficult to make eye contact with someone when I’m feeling shame over a past event.  Even when I have reconciled with whomever, the very memory of what I said, or did, can come flooding back in an instant and render me helpless.

I hate moments like that. 

Being forgiven by someone feels strange at times. 

Have you ever been there?

Someone told me recently that it’s as if God doesn’t allow us to forget our transgressions, that way we never repeat them. But that does not line up with the God I know and worship. Nor does it add up with the person in question who has never brought this issue up again once we handled it, it’s as if he has forgotten. I apparently, have not.

I have a hot temper.

Sometimes I keep a lid on it.

Sometimes I don’t.

I once verbally crucified a man and instead of reacting in anger back, he asked for three days to think about it before he responded.

THREE DAYS?

Was he serious?

Apparently so. 

Once he responded, with grace and integrity I might add, I realized that I had been in the wrong, and quickly apologized.

THREE DAYS.

Christ was crucified.

He rose on the third day.

This man, meaning to or not, modeled Christ to me at a time when I wasn’t behaving very Christ-like.

Proverbs 16:32 New American Standard Bible (NASB) – He who is slow to anger is better than the mighty, And he who rules his spirit, than he who captures a city.

I never forgot that.  As for my friend’s comment though that God doesn’t allow us to forget our sins, he’s wrong. Jesus came as our arbitrator, not our accuser. Shame is NEVER of God. That’s Satan’s job.

Scripture says

Psalm 130:3-4

 If you, LORD, kept a record of sins,
Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness,
so that we can, with reverence, serve you.

Psalm 130:12

As far as the East is from the West,

So far has He removed our transgressions from us.

As far as the East is from the West

To better visualize exactly how far the East truly is from the West take out a globe.

Put your finger on the state or country you live in. Start walking North. Once you reach the North pole you cannot keep going without walking South.

Put your finger back.. now start walking East on the globe.

You will circle the globe without EVER heading West.

Do you get that?

East and West do not touch!

That is how far He has removed our sin.

So when shame over comes you.

When eye contact is painful

and the Devil says “Did God really say?” Answer back

YES, the Lord DID say he keeps no record.

YES, the Lord DID say he has removed our sin.

And the next time you – or I – feel the urge to react rather than respond, remember Jesus took three days to rise from the dead; maybe we should try the same thing.

This is one lesson, I will never forget.

I’m heading home to Chittenango NY for three weeks. Have a great 4th and I’ll see you in August.

This post written by Deana O’Hara for Redemption’s Heart, June 29, 2011. All rights reserved.

It’s a Wrap: Movies, Mysteries, & Mercies Oh My!

See 2 Samuel 22

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well preserved piece… but to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out and defiantly shouting, WOW WHAT A RIDE!

What a ride is right. Here is just a glimpse of what has been happening in our home life over the past 30 days.

Pictures were not allowed at Cowgirls N Angels Filming

1. I was cast in my very first movie ever. Being cast as an extra on the Cowgirls N Angels set was a thrill and a half for this woman. I spent two days in the blistering heat of Oklahoma with about 200 other actors/extras filming the rodeo scenes. I’m what they call “back ground” – and the truth is, you may or may not see me after the final slicing and dicing of the movie or with my luck I may wind up being the “woman in the porta john.” Either way, I know I was there and I have the sunburn, new friends, and paycheck to prove it. While being an extra may not be the same level of work as being the star, it’s still work. Paid work at that. Neato!

Gravestone Murder Mystery Dinner at OSL

2. Murder Mysteries are a riot and a half, especially working with this crew. Heather and Amy run a bible based fitness program at our church. Every year they host an awards banquet / fundraiser. This year they wrote a murder mystery and asked my hubs and I to participate. I got to play Kate: saloon gal, gambler, and girlfriend of Doc Galliday. While we did have a written script, most of our lines were improv. Kate is basically the life of the party and gets to flirt with every cowboy in the room. I learned a very valuable lesson that night. Being a church event and all, not all of the cowboys flirted back. I did eventually find a real live cowboy to play with and the results were hilarious. He is a local rancher and as he put it “Darlin’, you don’t want to start this with me, I know I can make you blush and I’m man enough to finish this.”  – he was right, how I wound up on that man’s lap is not real clear.  It all happened so fast, but I believe he had help as I seem to think I was pushed. I’ve never been so red in my life. Lesson learned: When doing improv with audience participation, be careful not to bite off more than you can chew.

Bon Fire at the Lake

3. My baby turned 18.  We celebrated our youngest son’s birthday with a bon fire at our lake house. Every one had a good time. I still cannot believe that he is 18, but it’s true. My mama bear days are over. It is time for me to step back, allow my son to be a man and make his own choices and try my best to stay out of things. That is not easy for me as my oldest can attest. I’m still prone to jump in, take over, and offer much unsolicited advice. My youngest has had a job for about year now at a local store. A store that I’ve never been fond of and his experiences there, just reinforce that gut feel. I cannot go into the details, but my blood is boiling. All I can do right now is dig in my gardens (with Oklahoma clay that is not easy), plant beauty, listen to my son, and pray.

Life is an adventure balanced with thrills, chills, and sorrows. The difficulties in life keep us humble and ever reliant on God. The adventures in life, hopefully keep us thankful.

Until next time.

This post written by Deana O’Hara for Redemption’s Heart. June 20, 2011. All rights reserved.