Straight From The Hart

  My dad died 4 years ago today.  He was 96 years old and he died just two days after I had my 76th birthday.   He was born at Brice Missouri in January 1923.  Brice was situated near the Dallas and Laclede County lines and close to the Niangua River.  The name was changed from Brice to Bennett Spring when the State bought the land from the Bennetts and began to build a  state park in the 1920s and 1930s.  Old-timers still call it Brice sometimes and to my dad it was always Brice.  (And yes that is why we have a Brice Street in Lebanon.) My dad whose full name was Francis Herschel Rowden, preferred to be called Fritz.  He was married to my mom, Wilma Lorea Dame on November 9, 1942 and I was born on August 27, 1943.  My sister, Lois Rowden Nichols, was born in 1945 and shortly thereafter my parents were divorced and my mom took us home to live with our maternal grandparents, Everett and Nellie Dame. So I missed out on knowing my dad for s...

  Amazing Grace. Marvelous Grace of Jesus. Grace Greater Than Our Sin. (Composed August 29, 2021) Our hymnals contain so many lyrics about grace, and the older I get the more I appreciate God's grace. And the more convicted I become when I fail to extend grace to others of God's children. I really believe that the “sin that so easily entangles us as Christians, or trips us up,” is when we are judgmental of others instead of extending grace to those who might have fallen by the wayside. There is an old saying about the church which is often referred to as the army of God - that it is the only army that shoots its wounded.* One of my new favorite preachers, Jentezen Franklin, has a fantastic sermon taken from a rather obscure passage in the Old Testament - Zechariah 4:7 about “grace, grace”. Reminds me a little bit of John’s writing in his gospel where he says: And of His fullness we have all received, and grace for grace. John 1:16 Grace is like the waves of the ocean ...

  MARVELOUS GRACE OF GOD God’s grace is unlimited like the waves on the shore An ocean so boundless, rolling in evermore. God bestows it upon us although we are flawed We can’t comprehend it, but receive it with awe. That marvelous grace, so wondrous and free So full and complete that it reached even me It’s God love everflowing, Unconditional love As high as the heavens and the sky far above It rings with the music of sins all forgiven It’s hope for redemption when life’s not worth living It’s poetry with lyrics that speak to my soul It’s just what I need to be completely made whole. It’s food for my spirit, cool water so sweet It’s rest when I’m weary, a soothing balm for my feet Yes, this grace is amazing, and so undeserved It’s knowing my home is in heaven reserved. Written by Joan Hart, January 2019 Copyright January 2019 Joan Rowden Hart

Just Something To Think About... #Blog entry, a devotional thought from God’s Word. I hope it will be as meaningful to somebody else as it was to me when God gave it to me. #death #heaven In my 25 years of ministry I conducted so many funeral services and sometimes I just couldn’t come up with the right words to say. So I did a lot of reading and studying. But the most profound revelation came directly to me from God while studying Ecclesiastes 12:6, ere the silver cord is loosed. I had never heard anyone preach on this, either before or even until this day. I have used it so many times and tonight one of my very best friends lost her husband. He had been sick for so long and was under hospice care so it seemed very appropriate as I shared this with her. I see the “silver cord” as the umbilical cord that tethers our earthly body to this world. While living here, we are able to move about, albeit in a limited fashion. We can eat and drink and take care of our physical needs. B...

  SEPTEMBER TIME AGAIN When summer days are waning,and you feel the slightest chill As the daylight turns to twilight; the sun sinks low behind the hill. When sports fans think of football and school schedules start to fill Then you know that it’s September time again. When the garden looks forsaken, but the food is on the shelf And there’s a sense of satisfaction that you grew it by yourself And you’re blessed with the abundance of the year’s new harvest wealth Then you know that it’s September time again. When you dread the thought of winter ‘cause you know it’s coming soon But you revel in the beauty of the ochre harvest moon; “When Autumn Leaves Begin To Fall” is now your favorite tune You know that it’s September time again. When Canada geese fly over in response to Nature’s call And you savor every moment as the leaves begin to fall With colors so magnificent your soul they do enthrall Then you know that it’s September time again. Written by Joan Rowden Hart on Sept. 8, 20...

  I have another birthday tomorrow. Eighty years of looking back gives one an excellent vantage point from which to measure time. And living in the heart of the Ozarks where seasons are distinct and reliable give you another way of measuring the nuances of life. There is a season for planting when parents and teachers plant seeds of virtues like honesty and hard work, accountability and responsibility, character and reputation, (and knowing the difference), the value of time and money. Things like “you may be poor, but you don’t have to go dirty!” Then comes the long season of growth. High school and maybe college. That first job and first car. Marriage and children. Raises and promotions. Home ownership. Friendships multiply and deepen. Life is a continuous growing process during this period of time. Still learning something new every day, mostly the hard way - by experience. The biggest mistake we can make in this time of our life is to think it will last forever. ...

  In 1969 Dr. Carrington told me I had arthritis and would have to take 8 aspirin a day for the rest of my life. I was 26 years old and MJ had just been born. Of course aspirin was the only pain reliever back in those days but that's not the point I want to make. I remember the night I prayed about that. I remember the chair I was sitting in and where the chair was. And I remember my prayer: “Lord, if it is your will that I spend my entire life in pain, dependent upon medication, then I accept that. But I know this one thing. You are able to heal me and I have no doubts about that at all. If you choose not to heal me, then you have a reason. And I accept that, but if it is your will to heal me, I accept that too and I will praise you for it. He healed me that night and I was able to fulfill 4 different career paths and be a wife to Milan and a mother to our daughter.  I was not perfect in either of those areas but I did the best I could.  And God gave me the ability to wr...