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Apologetics of America America
Posted On 08/26/2011 10:31:00
 

 

Apologetics

 

 

 

 "The origin of the concept of apologetics lies in the beginnings of Christianity.  Between the second and fourth century, a number of Christian teachers wrote defenses of Christianity against pagan critics.  

 

 

The term apologetics comes from the Greek word apologia found in 1 Peter 3:15 ("...always be ready to give a defense or answer to everyone who asks you..."). Apologia is a legal term that simply means "defense." So apologetics is the branch of Christian theology that is concerned with making a defense.

 

 

The following quantrain is taken from my poem

on the previous blog, entitled, "America America"

 and was based on Matthew 21:31

 

Hearken prostitutes; there is hope!  

You recognize tears of darkest fears

Tis the avaricious and self-righteous,

In danger here; who has ears to hear?

 

This blog addreses questions and concerns messaged to me by readers. Even though it is 

a poem, as it is also spiritual, I suppose apologetics for support of my using these lines is

in order. I’m posting my answer in blog form as I haven’t had time to answer all of the

messages, and my granddaughter will be here for the weekend. Also, due to the number

of messages, I can only assume there may be others with similar views. I hope this helps. 

 

 

 

I’m not a teacher of the word, therefore, my defense is simply to share the scriptures that

I based my thoughts on for that particular quantrain.  I’ll leave it subject to your own

interpretation. I'm genuinely interested in your views and open for discussion. Don't

worry about hurting my feelings. Be honest, because I certainly will. I’m fully aware of

people differing in their interpretations regarding scriptures. Just look at all the

denominations!  Nevertheless, I believe if we each search for truth, we'll find it.  

 

This is a set up for the parable of the two sons

(Matthew 21-27, paraphrased)

 

Jesus went to the Temple to teach. The chief priests and Jewish leaders came and challenged Him. "What right do you have to do these things? Who gave you this authority?"

Jesus told them that He'd answer them if they'd answer His question. He asked them, "The baptism of John, whence was it? from heaven or from men?"

They talked amongst themselves, knowing that if they answer "Heaven," then they're left having to explain why they didn’t follow John -- and that if they answer "From men," then the people will get rowdy on them since they loved St. John the Baptist and believed what he said.

So they copped out, unable to tell their real thoughts out of fear of what people might think of them, and said, "We know not."

Jesus answered, "Neither do I tell you by what authority I do these things" 

and then He told them this parable.

 

Matthew 21:28-32

 

But what think you? A certain man had two sons; and coming to the first, he said: Son, go work today in my vineyard. And he answering, said: I will not. But afterwards, being moved with repentance, he went. And coming to the other, he said in like manner. And he answering, said: I go, Sir; and he went not. ~ Matthew 21:28-32

Which of the two did the father's will? They say to him: The first. Jesus said to them: Amen I say to you, that the publicans and the harlots shall go into the kingdom of God before you. For John came to you in the way of justice, and you did not believe him. But the publicans and the harlots believed him: but you, seeing it, did not even afterwards repent, that you might believe him.

 

"Which of the two did what his father wanted?" "The first," they answered. Jesus said to them, "I tell you the truth, the tax collectors and the prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God ahead of you. Matthew 21:31

 

In the same way, was not even Rahab the prostitute considered righteous for what she did when she gave lodging to the spies and sent them off in a different direction? James 2:25

 

By faith the prostitute Rahab, because she welcomed the spies, was not killed with those who were disobedient. Hebrews 11:31

 

Observations:

 

Parables which give reproof, speak plainly to the offenders, and judge them out of their own mouths. The whole human race are like children whom the Lord has brought up, but they have rebelled against him, only some are more plausible in their disobedience than others. And it often happens, that the daring rebel is brought to repentance and becomes the Lord's servant, while the formalist grows hardened in pride and enmity.

 

Hopes and Promises Regarding Prayers . . .

 

When Jesus comes into the heart, he issues a general license to be glad in the Lord. No chains are worn in the court of King Jesus. Our admission into full privileges may be gradual, but it is sure.

 

"The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field. Luke 10:2; Matthew 9:37

 

O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, for with the LORD is unfailing love and with him is full redemption. Psalm 130:7

 

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28 -30  

 


America America, Our Government Needs Prayer
Posted On 08/23/2011 09:49:46

 

 

  

 

America, America 
 
 
 
 
America America, 
 
Our Government needs Prayer

 

May she hear voices crying of despair

 

Lifted to God throughout the land

 

Lord our leaders have unclean hands 

  

May our hearts be drawn ever close to thee

 

Our only hopes are fixed upon thee 

 

   

  

She reigns, yet she rules with only a hand

Her head is fallen from her shoulders

Rolling away from this darkening land

Body parts following,  getting colder

 

 Now Only a hand and nothing more

The world views it a hand to deplore

A hand giving little to take even more

 She comes with cravings of the whore

 

 Beware O night angels candles bright

 Offerings leading to darkening nights

Damming candles of dimming lights

Truth of times may soon end all fights.

 

Hearken prostitutes; there is hope!

You recognize tears of darkest fears

Tis the avaricious and self-righteous,

In danger here; who has ears to hear? 

 

Lord rouse us to pray thy will be done,

Let us not hear our will was done, or asked

O hand rocking cradle of a dying child,

Why did you not reach in to touch it?    

 

 

The Prophet’s Daughter   4/28/2011

(All Rights Reserved)

 

 

 


A New Season . . . is it Time?
Posted On 08/20/2011 06:36:30

 


 

 

A New Season . . . is it Time?

 

I’m  Looking  Forward . . . 

to  a new Season,

 A Season of Thoughtfulness

A Season of Love . . .

 

 

 I’m Looking Forward . . . 

to a new Season,

A Season where Empathy and

Compassion are Found

 

 

 I’m Looking Forward . . . 

to a new Season,

 A Season where Spitting Strife

No Longer Rules Empty Heart’s

 

 

 Grieving  Sorrowed Times . . .

Moral and Intellectual Decadence,

 Degenerating Souls of Degradation,

 Vacant Seekers of Vacant Company

 

 

 I’m Looking Forward. . .

to a new Season;  is This the Time?

I’m Falling for a Season of Purity

 Falling in Love . . .   Raining down Love

Lovingly, Falling, Falling . . .  

 

~ The Prophet's Daughter,  8/20/2011

 (All rights reserved.)

 

 

 
 
 
 

Meanderings Of Purpose . . .
Posted On 08/05/2011 10:08:19

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanderings Of Purpose   

 

 

Meanderings Of Purpose    

 
Captured Meanderings of a Mind  
     thoughts within
Curiously researching etiologies
    of all thinking 
Knowledge increases yet never
     is  it satisfied
 Literature, history, poetry, religion 
    even mythology 
 
 
Clues of the past to understanding 
    all earth’s people
 Searching the mind of reasoning to
    unending games
 Of fruitless competitions and of
     jealousies insane
 Paths leading to destruction;
   great sorrow and pain 

 Meanderings of a Mind Stealing
    away my time
 Time for pursuing talents past
    still desires of mine
 To sow other kinds of gardens
    of flowering divinities
 Brushing strokes of paint, of a soul
    within a soul  

Taking cloth, torn, old and new
    to patch a quilt of love
More time in teaching little ones
   viewing from their eyes
The wonders of the world to see
   never in disguise
To grow such faith as little ones
   my deepest heart desire  

Times of Singing Came Naturally
    still desiring more
 To compose melodious harmonies
    dancing on the keys
The music of my heart returning
    sounds of love above
To bask me in delights of joy
    weeping in his love  

Of Practical Times in Living
    God’s path is always straight
 Yet I cannot even see a path,
    O Lord,  is it straight?
 Imploring the grace of God if be
    remove flecks from my eyes
 Within the answers coming back
    "I promise you’ll not lack
 Its time to trust and follow me
   You needn't even pack ."

It seems for me a time is given
    Like no other time before
 A season of intensity, to unify to
    bring to rhyme
 A mystery of pluralities and of
    histories within
 I’m  parts of bits of broken pieces
    broken for his cause
 God will have all the glory  
   in my remolding without flaws 

 O Mystery Church of Colored Threads
     His Tapestry in Design
 As intercessors plead my cause and
     I  for those  I  love
And we together for all the chosen and
    grafted into the vine
Heavenly Angels Now Surrounding
    Gatherings to a Holy  Call
 For Everything There is a Time
    A Season Like No Other . . .   
 
 
The Prophet’s Daughter 5/20/2011
"Blessing and honor and glory and power belong to the one sitting on the throne and to the Lamb forever and ever." Revelation 5:13 
 
 

 

 

 

 

Tags: Poetry, Life, Philosophy, Spirituality


Preserving The Art Of Beauty
Posted On 08/05/2011 09:31:58
Preserving the Art of Beauty
 
 
 
 
 
Preserving the Art ...
of Beauty
Wrinkles: TheService
Stripes Of Life 
 
 ã€€
Robert Eagle Perdue ~ Dec. 6, 1940 - Feb. 3, 2012

 â€œWe've been tamed and hobbled...our wildness is a distant memory; frowned on by most, denied it ever was by most. We've made a mess…”

 
 
  
~ * ~   ♫ `♫  ~ * ~
 
Robert Eagle Perdue was born in Clayton County Tennessee. “Forever a Marine at heart” he was a one of a kind story teller.  A man of few words, he made every word count.  I found within him a golden treasure, with both the heart and the faith of a child. I’ll always hold dear, the colorful rainbows he left in my heart.  â€œ I’ll be seeing you.” 
   
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 He knew someone was coming to get him.
This time, he knew that someone was God.
 
~ ♥ ~
 
He knew his final marching orders!
Summary: Be prepared; Do good. 
 
 
 
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“Art of Beauty”  Quotes... 
 

 
 
 
 
When I was younger, I could remember anything,
 whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are
decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember
 any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go
 to pieces like this but we all have to do it.
~ Mark Twain ~
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Learning acquired in youth arrest the evil in old age;

and if you understand that old age has wisdom for it’s food,

you will so conduct yourself in youth, that your old age

 will not lack for nourishment. ~ Leonardo De Vinci

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
A man's age is something impressive, it sums up his life:
 
maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles,
 
illnesses cured, grief’s and despairs overcome, and
 
unconscious  risks taken; maturity formed through so
 
many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves.
 
A man's age represents a fine cargo of experiences
 
and memories.  ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,
 
Wartime Writings 1939-1944,
 
 
 
 

 

 

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years.

We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the

 skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

~Samuel Ullman. ~

 

 

 

 

 

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt;

as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear;

as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

 ~Douglas MacArthur

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I live in that solitude which is painful in youth,

but delicious in the years of maturity.

Albert Einstein 1879-1955

 

 

 

 
 
 
Old men are dangerous; it doesn’t matter to them what’s
 
going to happen to the world. ~ George Bernard Shaw
 
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I thought, 'Age should speak;

advanced years should teach wisdom.

But it is the spirit in a man, the breath of the

Almighty, that gives him understanding.

Job 32:7-8

 

 

 

 

 
  
 

Let the beauty of the Lord be upon us,

 and establish the work of our hands for us. Psalm 90:17

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How beautiful are your feet in sandals,

O prince's daughter!  The curves of your thighs are like

jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful craftsman.

 Song of Solomon 7:1

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner

of all!.... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless,

and his hands are mutes. ~ Charles Dickens 

 

 

 

 

Old age means realizing you’ll never own

all the dogs you wanted to. ~ Joe Gores  

 

 

 

 

 

Age is a question of mind over matter.

If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

~Leroy "Satchel" Paige

 

 

 

 

 

 

While one finds company in himself and his pursuits,

he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.

Amos Bronson Alcott 1799-1888

 

  
 
 
  
 
 

 

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more

cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.

Oliver Wendell Holmes 1809-1894

 

 

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Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,

but beautiful old people are works of art.

Eleanor Roosevelt 1884-1962

 

 

 

 
 
 
 

 

The years teach us much the days never knew.

Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882

 

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The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you

never get the urge to throw a snowball.

 ~Doug Larson

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
My eyes are ever toward the LORD;
 
 
for he shall pluck my feet out of the net.
 
 
 
Psalm 25:15
 
 
 
 
 

  

 

 

Alas for those that never Sing,

but die with all their Music in them.

~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

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Sing to Him, Sing  Praise to Him;

Tell of all His Wonderful Acts.

1 Chronicles 16:9  

 

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Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Hebrews 12:1    
 
 
 
 
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Tags: Life, Art, Beauty, Philosophy, Spirituality


BLUE MONDAY! ~ Tossing My &quot;Cooties&quot; To The Moon
Posted On 06/14/2011 01:23:51

 

~ Blue Monday ?~ 

Tossing My "Cooties" To The Moon!

 
 

 


 


 

 
We’re All Crippled Inside; Its Hiding Somewhere . . .
 
People passing through under a full moon;
 
 is there a hidden ghost dragging your chains . . .
 
 
 Causing you to grow faint?  
 
 

 


Some think Mondays are always blue
 
 I don’t really find that true
 
Each day has its own rainbow hue
 
 Every day brings us the morning dew
 
 


 
If I get down and feel all blue
 
Then begin acting like a shrew
 
 Throwing tantrums, even my shoes
 
 I’ll stop and think,  what did I do?
 
 

 
 
Like a cootie I'll toss it to the moon
 
 Ugly feelings are just so ewe . . .
 
 Then I begin to feel brand new
 
Thanking the Lord for His mercies true
 
 
 
  Great is His Faithfulness; 
 His mercies are new every morning.
Lamentations 3:23
 
 
 



~ Live, Love and Laugh, ~

XOXO
 
The Prophet’s Daughter
 
 



But they that wait upon the LORD
 
 shall renew their strength;
 
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
 
they shall run, and not be weary;
 
 and they shall walk, and not faint.
 
 ~  Isaiah 40:31  ~
 

 


 
 
I'm running through all life's clouds!
 
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Colors Of Life; Growing Together In Love
Posted On 06/11/2011 07:13:21

 

 The Colors of Life;

 Growing Together in Love

 




 
 
 
Growing Together in Love
 
 
Because of our differences
 we have great opportunity
 to learn. 
 

If we are open to see ourselves
 we will then be able to see others
 more clearly.  
 
  
 
 
 By combining healthy individualities
we have the ability to gain
 great strengths.

    
  
 
 
 In freely sharing gifts and talents;
Higher manifestations of love;
 We grow strong 
 
 
Children of God, Hand in Hand
Walking Together In
 A  Wonder Garden of Love
 
  
 
Each one of us a special gift
Designed by the Father of love
His Holiness Making Us All One
We're Wrapped in His Pure Love

  

 

That their hearts might be comforted, being knit together in love, and unto all riches of the full assurance of understanding, to the acknowledgement of the mystery of God, and of the Father, and of Christ; In whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.  Colossians 2:2    
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
May Our Worlds  Be
Blessed With Divine Love
 
 â™¥ 
 
 
"I'm running into the arms of forever love..." 
 
 
 
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May your corner of the world be blessed.
  Thank you for visiting mine!
 
 ~ The Prophet's Daughter ~
 
 
 
 
 

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Colors of the Soul ~ Eternal Beauty
Posted On 06/04/2011 01:49:37

 

 

 

 

 

Colors of the Soul

 

 


This may be the darkest I’ve ever written;

Usually, if I write, I let my heart lay the ink.  



 


 

 

 

 

 

Colors of the Soul

 

 

Today  I  Learned a Man  I  Knew Had Died

 

Grieving for the Soul of a Man Only  I  Knew

 

Anquish Gripped My Soul and My Heart Cried!

 

 Spare Him More Time to Reveal Thy Colors

 

 

 

I cannot Now bare this Anquish, Grief or Pain

 

 Visions of my mind saw Deaths Eternal Flame

 

Reserved for Souls with Pallets Failed of Color

 

 An Underworld for Souls awaiting Final Judgment

 

 

 

 I  heard a Haunting  Never Ending Song

 

A  Colorless melody of a Single Clanging Gong

 

 Where Hades Tormented Souls all Flail Together

 

Caught—  holding Perversities Keys to Paradise

 

 

 

 In this Pitch Darkened Paradise of Colorless Space

 

Transparent  Colorless Souls brought to Annihilation

 

Forever Closing the Gates of Deceptive Plutocracy

 

Souls of lifeless aloofness Lost in Costly Shadows

 

 

 

 The Illusive Delusions of Grandeur times Defined

 

 Only takes these Souls back to a Colorless Find

 

 To  Vast Eternal Colors of the Colorless Soul

 

 Grieve Now and Endure this Haunting Sadness

 

 

 

 Today  I  Learned a Man  I  Knew Had Died

 

 Later  I  learned it was His Father Who  Died

 

Thank You Lord for Giving us Both More Time

 

 Paint Thy  Holy Rainbows Promise on Our Souls

 

   

 

Within theHidden  Heart of a Holy Rainbow

 

Shine Melodious Colors of  Eternal  Beauty

 

For those With Ears and Eyes .  .  .

 

The Prophet's Daughter ~ June 2, 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ ♥ ~ 

"May today be all you need it to be. 

May the peace of God

 and the freshness of the Holy Spirit

 rest in your thoughts and prayers."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for visiting!

The Prophet's Daughter

 

 

 

 

 

 


Loves Eternal Presence
Posted On 05/16/2011 03:17:34
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

 
 
Loves Eternal Presence
 
 
Waking in the Twilight of the Morn, I Hear  
 
A Soft Rain Falling; Falling Light
 
 Loves Tranquil Quietness is Gently Speaking
 
Upon Clouds My Spirit Takes Flight
 

My Body Upon My Pillow; Still, I Float

 

Enraptured by Holiness of Spirit Essence

 

Promises of Love on My Heart, Love Wrote

 

Never to be Erased; Loves Eternal Presence

 
 
© The Prophet’s Daughter ~ May 15, 2011
 
 
 
 
 
Thank you for visiting!
 
Heavenly Blessings!
 
Lovingly, The Prophet's  Daughter 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 




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