My mother raised me by herself (without child support) on less than $10,000 a year, working two jobs to do it sometimes. I know that cannot be an easy job. Happy Father’s Day to all the single Mom’s pulling double duty. You guys are the bomb!
Jesus Has Risen Luke 24
1 On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. 2 They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. 4 While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. 5 In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? 6 He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: 7 ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” 8 Then they remembered his words.
9 When they came back from the tomb, they told all these things to the Eleven and to all the others.10 It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the others with them who told this to the apostles. 11 But they did not believe the women, because their words seemed to them like nonsense. 12 Peter, however, got up and ran to the tomb. Bending over, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and he went away, wondering to himself what had happened.
Talk about an identity crisis. I went to bed knowing who I was on Tuesday, and I woke up Wednesday morning to find out that I was missing. Not my physical self mind you, I mean my internet self. Every internet search sent me to the same page “deanaohara” not found. I cried. I emailed — word to the wise “wordpress tech supports” isn’t very supportive. Seems I tried to do something they “don’t do” NICE. I snarffed a full sleeve of thin mints while pressing buttons, pleading with servers and finding DNS code that worked and voila! deanaohara.com is back in biz. I missed you guys!
The world grieves this morning as we wake up to the news of an overnight shooting rampage in Aurora CO. Everyone is in shock. While some are using this as a launching point to talk about the politics of our Second Amendment Rights, this isn’t the day for that. We live in a fallen world. Lord have mercy. My thoughts and prayers to the families and victims of this senseless act of violence. (Edited on 7/21/12 – for the best story regarding Aurora I’ve seen so far go to: http://aminiatureclaypot.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/so-you-still-think-god-is-a-merciful-god/ you will be blessed I promise.)
The Whole Armor of God
10 Finally, ebe strong in the Lord and in fthe strength of his might. 11 gPut on hthe whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against ithe schemes of the devil. 12 For jwe do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against kthe rulers, against the authorities, against lthe cosmic powers over mthis present darkness, against nthe spiritual forces of evil oin the heavenly places. 13 Therefore ptake up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in qthe evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.14 Stand therefore, rhaving fastened on the belt of truth, and shaving put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and, tas shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace.16 In all circumstances take up uthe shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all vthe flaming darts ofwthe evil one; 17 and take sthe helmet of salvation, and xthe sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God,18 praying yat all times zin the Spirit, awith all prayer and supplication. To that end bkeep alert with all perseverance, making csupplication for all the saints, 19 and dalso for me, that words may be given to me in opening my mouth eboldly to proclaim fthe mystery of the gospel, 20 for which I gam an ambassador hin chains, that I may declare it boldly, as I ought to speak.
S’il vous plaît pardonnez cette traduction (via google). Alors que je peux parler de nombreuses langues, le français n’est pas encore l’un d’eux. J’apprends le français et j’espère qu’un jour je serai confiant dans ma capacité à m’exprimer en français. Je ne suis pas encore confiant dans ma capacité, cependant, et garda le silence lorsque nous avons rencontré. Je tiens à vous dire que je suis trèsdésolé que mon mari a presque vomi sur vous. Il était très mal de mer et a étéd’essayer de présenter des excuses. Malheureusement, vous ne comprenez pas l’anglais et j’ai pensé qu’il allait commencer un argument. J’ai été très inquiet pour lui et je voulais expliquer ce qu’il disait. Je sais seulement cinq phrases en françaiset aucun d’entre eux aurait été utile. Merci beaucoup pour votre gentillesse etcompréhension. J’espère sincèrement que vous et vos compagnons de voyageapprécié votre séjour. Toujours, Deana Chavanne O’Hara
Oh for the love of Pete.
I had a brilliant post here, and then I read an on-line friend of mine’s response to Kirk Cameron’s gay marriage comments that I decided to delete it. His story was so full of respect and grace that I feel I need time to calmly assess my views on Rush before really publishing anything.
Besides, my Grandmother taught me if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
Don’t get me wrong.
I’m still mad.
I’ve banged pots.
I’ve written, trashed, and shredded to my heart’s content.
At least I’ve stopped swearing and my head has stopped throbbing.
But I have GOT to tell you, these are scary times for women.
I want the GOP OUT of my girl parts.
Not next year.
Not next month.
OR even today.
I want them out of my parts YESTERDAY.
Santorum can choke on his aspirin for all I care. That guy seriously gives me the creeps. He’s like Mr Rogers only worse. I wonder if he plays with puppets like Mr Rogers did. Have you heard him in debates? He obviously lives in the land of make-believe. Just one look at his photo, and I lose my libido for a month. ewww… totally creepy.
Not to imply of course that I only vote for candidates that turn me on it ‘s just that..
Oh never mind. See what I mean? I’m still so mad my synapses won’t fire properly.
As for Rush?
I still can’t talk about him without wanting to swear and then throw up. If there was ever a person I wanted to point at and say “YOU Off my Planet.” It would be him.
So I’ll just leave it with what my girlfriend Cynthia said. “If I were Rush’s mother I would say ‘Oh no, that’s NOT an apology, try again.”
You and I CAN and will make a difference this fall. VOTE.
I’m always fascinated by my oldest son who is able to traverse the hemispheres of his brain with little hindrance. He is both a brilliant mathematician and a poet. He is as comfortable in the safety of a world of order and structure as he is the free flow kaleidoscopic nuances of art and words. I’m envious.
It is possible to do what my son does, after all he does it. My husband does it. Me, not so much, but I can. I used to engineer circuit routes for long distance companies and build switch rooms and PBX systems. The whole reason I enjoyed it and was so good at it is because I got to create something from nothing. While technical in trade, requiring systematic order and logic, it is also an artistic and creative endeavor.
A friend posted this on Facebook today. I believe it does a bang up job explaining the nuances between left and right brain. While I’m definitely more in the right hemisphere I’m learning that like my son, I too can traverse back and forth rather well.
The text reads as follows:
Left Brain: “I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.”
And for the right brain:
“I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.”
Given these definitions I am definitely more comfortable in my right brain. What about you?
While I’m on vacation with my family until the first of the year I wanted to share with you some of my Top 10’s for 2011.
The 10 Most Popular Posts for 2011 are:
10. Oh I Forgive You but I’m Still Going to Make You Pay. Being unforgiven hurts, but it isn’t the end of the world.
9. Small Steps, Learning Trust – Name that Him Learning how to trust has been a long and painful journey for me. I’ll trust things and institutions before I’ll trust people. Apparently trust is a big issue for others as well.
8. Naked and On My Knees; The Journey Home I’m not sure if this post was popular because I said “Naked” or if it’s the content.
7. Can You Give Me Three Days? I once insulted a man so badly that he had to ask for three days to think about things and respond. That’s pretty bad.
6. Poetry: The Brag, I Live I have no idea how this made my top 10. I only published it this fall, but here you go.
5. My Garden Shed, She is Finished An online gardening magazine picked this up in a link and put the story in my top 10.
4. Understanding our Identity in Christ This is an interview with CJ Rapp, motivational speaker and Christian Author. Who A I? sees to be a very popular question.
3. Tiger’s Confession, I’m sorry vs I was Wrong I’m Sorry and I Was Wrong are very popular searches. Hopefully this blog post answered what they came to find.
2. Never Skip Church to write Comedy. — I had a dream that I was married to Jim Belushi last year. It kinda freaked me out really. Freud would have a field day with it as did my husband. Mr Belushi is a very popular search topic or he likes to google himself. Either way, if you are interested in seeing a glimpse of my neurotic mind, have at it.
1. Letting Go, and Letting God. - Year after year, this is my most popular post. Letting Go is a universal struggle for all of us.
My present to my family this year is the gift of presence. While I’m away, I’ve scheduled some posts for your reading enjoyment. I hope all of you have a blessed Christmas. Be in the moment. Look people in the eyes. Be still. Listen and enjoy each other. Life is short. LIVE the moment.
The Neurotic Messiah, copyright December 2000.
Oh no! What have I done? I cannot read a single note. Not one. This score is much more complicated Than I ever anticipated.
I haven’t sung in a choir for twenty year. And so began my chorus of fears.
The starts, the stops, the highs, the lows The beats, the counts, the arpeggios. The conductors who speak in some foreign tongue Is it Latin, or Italian? I know not which one.
The M’s and P’s, and F’s and M’s. Oh, these aren’t your typical church service hymns. Am I an “S” or not an “S” I do not know and now they say my costume I need to sew.
Light the fire but don’t take it out?! Would someone please tell me what that was about?
Now I’m told to sing like Ethel Merman and that we aren’t singing, but giving a sermon.
Oh how I’m beginning to rue the day when Sue Paulison said “Come on let’s play. You don’t need to audition, just show up and sing. Being a part of “The Messiah” is a wonderful thing.”
I’m now thinking my impulse to do this was rash. This may be a check I’ve written that my body can’t cash.
This is not good, not good at all, but then again, does pride not come before the fall?
I drove straight home and on my bed I sat telling my husband, I’m not going back! And that is that!
Then standing in the hallway whom did I see but my 9-year-old son list-ening to me. “I thought you once said don’t ever quit. So please tell me now, why are you doing it?”
I searched through my brain to frantically look for some wise answer to get me off the hook. Failing that I tried for the truth Hoping somehow he’d understand, even in his youth.
“That may be true.” I answer, “But don’t you see? There’s too much to learn and it’s too hard for me. Besides, I really can’t sing, not like the rest.” And he said “That’s okay Mom; just do your best. God won’t mind, just wait and see. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me?”
And so I sat with a guilty heart wondering when my son got so smart. And wondering why he now would choose to remember my words and those words use.
Then henceforth came my next blessing I caught a cold while I was dressing. I coughed and sneezed and wheezed and gasped. My voice, once loud, now barely rasped.
I cannot sing and cough no sir, they have to let me drop now, I’m sure. No guilt, no blame, It’s not my fault. This cruel dance can finally come to a halt.
But Leon’s good. He doesn’t miss a trick. You’d better get well and get well quick. I’ll let you sing you’ll do just fine, people catch colds all the time. And so went my last excuse. Fighting God on this one seemed no use.
My costume’s all sewn by my friend Cyndi, with care, At least now I will have something to wear.
I thought a “piano” is what you played and not what you sang and this cold still makes me sound like a cat in the rain. I’m not an “S” and this much I know that’s to keep us from hissing during the show.
The Marys and Josephs have been picked out with care now if only they could decide when they’ll be there.
The last practice has come we should know what to do. Stand up straight, bend your knees, and that includes you. The Altos still outnumber the rest by a score, next year could you please try soprano some more.
The orchestra is with us, it’s coming together. Somehow I doubt we could get any better.
Tell us Pastor Carter how does it sound now that we’ve done this last go around?
“It needs to be crisp, we’ve lost that somehow. Remember, you are praising God, so let’s pull it together now. Sopranos are too strong, bring it down just a bit. Bass’s your not emphasizing the lines that you hit. Tenors and Altos your entrances are late, but other than that I think it sounds great.”
Our differences we have quietly tucked away, as all Tulsa Lutheran churches sing in har-mony this day. Clear and true our music does ring as we all praise and worship our new-born King.
All fears and joking are now put aside. This is a worship service and our joy we can’t hide.
The true story of Christmas can only be told through the lives of the ones who dare to Behold.
“Behold! I bring you tidings of great joy which shall be to all
people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Savior which is
Christ the Lord.”
We will be celebrating our 90th year this December 4, 2010. Won’t you please join us at First Lutheran Church on 13th and Utica for this wonderful presentation of the Christmas Story.