Sunday, March 18, 2018

" Johnny Appleseed, Johnny Appleseed "

 John "Johnny Appleseed" Chapman
September 26, 1774- March 18, 1845

Of the forest,
Singing the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.
And the "Old Continentals
In their ragged regimentals,"
With bard's imaginations,
Crossed the Appalachians.


A boy

Blew west,

And with prayers and incantations,
And with "Yankee Doodle Dandy,"
Crossed the Appalachians,
And was "young John Chapman,"

Then, "Johnny Appleseed, Johnny Appleseed,"

Chief of the fastnesses, dappled and vast,
In a pack on his back,
In a deer-hide sack,
The beautiful orchards of the past,
The ghosts of all the forests and the groves-
In that pack on his back,
In that talisman sack,

Tomorrow's peaches, pears, and cherries,
Tomorrow's grapes and red raspberries,
Seeds and tree-souls, precious things,
Fathered with microscopic wings,

All the outdoors the child heart knows,
And the apple, green, red, and white,
Sun of his day and his night-
The apple allied to the thorn,
Child of the rose.

Porches untrod of forest houses
All before him, all day long,
"Yankee Doodle" his marching song;
And the evening breeze
Joined his psalms of praise
And he sang the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.

Leaving behind august Virginia,
Proud Massachusetts, and proud Maine.
Planting the trees that would march and train
On, in his name to the great Pacific,
Like Birnam wood to Dunsinane,
Johnny Appleseed swept on,

Every shackle gone,
Loving every sloshy brake,
Loving every skunk and snake,
Loving every leathery weed,

Johnny Appleseed, Johnny Appleseed,

Master and ruler of the unicorn-ramping forest,
The tiger-mewing forest,
The rooster-trumpeting, boar-foaming, wolf-ravening forest,
The spirit-haunted, fairy-enchanted forest,
Stupendous and endless,
Searching its perilous ways
In the name of the Ancient of Days.

Johnny Appleseed US Postal Stamp
Issued in 1966

Excerpt from the poem,
"In Praise Of Johnny Appleseed"
By Vachel Lindsay

Third Sunday Meditation: Instructions For 21st Century Bereans

"As soon as it was night, the brethren sent Paul
and Silas to Berea. Upon arrival, they made their way to
the Jewish synagogue. Now these were more noble-minded
than those in Thessalonica, because they received the message
with goodwill, searching the Scriptures each day to see
whether these things were true. Therefore, many of
them believed, as well as quite a few prominent
Greek men and women."
Acts 17:10-12



But the Holy Spirit distinctly and expressly declares
that in the latter times some will turn away from the faith,
giving attention to deluding and seducing spirits
and the doctrines that demons teach.

Through the hypocrisy and pretensions of liars whose
consciences are seared.

Who forbid people to marry and teach them to abstain
from certain kinds of food which God created to be received
with thanksgiving by those who believe and have an
increasingly clear knowledge of the truth.

For everything God has created is good, and nothing is
to be thrown away or refused if it is received with thanksgiving.

For it is hallowed and consecrated by the Word of God and by prayer.

If you lay all these instructions before the brethren, you will be a
worthy steward and a good minister of Christ Jesus, ever nourishing
your own self on the truths of the faith and of the good 
(Christian) instruction which you have closely followed.

But refuse and avoid irreverent legends (profane and impure and
godless fictions, mere grandmothers' tales) and silly myths, and express
your disapproval of them. Train yourself toward godliness, (piety),
keeping yourself spiritually fit.

For physical training is of some value (useful for a little), but
godliness (spiritual training) is useful and of value in everything 
and in every way, for it holds promise for the present life
and also for the life which is to come.

This saying is reliable and worthy of complete acceptance by everybody.

With a view to this we toil and strive, yes, and suffer reproach,
because we have fixed our hope on the living God, Who is the Savior,
Preserver, Maintainer, and Deliverer of all people, especially
those who believe, trust in, rely on, and adhere to Him.

Continue to command these things and to teach them.

Let no one despise or think less of you because of your youth,
but be an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love,
in faith, and in purity.

Till I come, devote yourself to public and private reading, 
to exhortation, preaching and personal appeals, and to teaching
and instilling doctrine.

Do not neglect the gift which is in you, that special inward 
endowment which was directly imparted to you by the Holy Spirit
by prophetic utterance when the elders laid their hands upon you
at your ordination.

Practice and cultivate and meditate upon these duties;
throw yourself wholly into them as your ministry, so that your
progress may be evident to everybody.

Look well to yourself, to your own personality, and to your
teaching; persevere in these things, hold to them, for by so doing
you will save both yourself and those who hear you."

Part One

 Part Two

"So faith comes by hearing what is told, and what
is heard comes by the preaching of the message that
came from the lips of Christ the Messiah Himself."
Romans 10:17

"True and False Christs"
Derek Vaughan Prince

Saturday, March 17, 2018

St. Patrick Was A Gentleman

Oh! St. Patrick was a gentleman,
Who came of decent people;
He built a church in Dublin town,
And on it put a steeple.

Saint Patrick of Ireland

His father was a Gallagher;
His mother was a Brady;
His aunt was an O'Shaughnessy,
His uncle an O'Grady

So, success attend St. Patrick's fist,
For he's a saint so clever;
O! he gave the snakes and toads a twist,
And bothered them forever!

The Wicklow Hills

The Wicklow hills are very high,
And so's the Hill of Howth, sir;
And there's a hill, much bigger still,
Much higher nor them both, sir.

'Twas on the top of this high hill
St. Patrick preached his sarmint
That drove the frogs into the bogs,
And banished all the varmint.

So, success attend St. Patrick's fist,
For he's a saint so clever;
O! he gave the snakes and toads a twist,
And bothered them forever!

The Hill of Howth
Dublin, Ireland

"St. Patrick Was A Gentleman"
By Henry Bennett

Come Back To Erin

Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen;
Come back, to Aroon, to the land of thy birth
Come with the shamrocks and Spring-time, Mavourneen,
And it's Killarney shall ring with our mirth.

Gap of Dunloe
Killarney, Ireland

Sure, when you left us, our beautiful darling,
Little we thought of the lone winter days
Little we thought of the hush of star shine
Over the mountain, the bluffs, and the braes!

Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen,
Come back again to the land of thy birth...
Come back to Erin, Mavourneen, Mavourneen,
And it's Killarney shall ring with our mirth.

Over the green seas, Mavvourneen, Mavourneen,
Long shone the white sail that bore thee away;
Riding the white waves that fair summer mornin'
Just like a May-flow'r afloat on the bay.

Connemara Girl
Augustus Nicholas Burke
National Gallery of Ireland

Oh, but my heart sank, when clouds came between us
Like a gray curtain the rain falling down,
Hid from my sad eyes the path o'er the ocean,
Far, far away where my Colleen had flown.


O may the angels, while wakin' or sleep'in,
Watch o'er my bird in the land far away,
And it's my prayers will consign to their keepin'
Care o' my jewel by night and by day.

When by the fireside I watch the bright embers,
Then all my heart flies away o'er the sea,
Cravin' to know if my darling remembers,
Or, if her thoughts may be crossin' to me.


Have a blessed and beautiful Saint Patrick's Day!
Dia Beannacht Leat
Gaelic for "God Bless You"

"Come Back To Erin"
Composed by
 Charlotte Arlington Barnard
writing under the pseudonym "Claribel"

Friday, March 16, 2018

Every Heart

 Soothing Celtic Praise and Worship
For The Soul

Sunset over the Cliffs of Moher
County Clare Ireland

Dreading the chorus at dawn
As the clock watches time dragging on
And darkness and fear hand in glove
You're feeling empty, bereft and unloved
Are you so alone?

Or is God in the chorus at dawn?
Is God in the hearts of the forlorn?
What is your lonely heart worth
When God makes His heaven on earth?

Every heart, every sinew,
Every sense and every bone
are God's alone
Every breeze, every teardrop,
Every tree and every stone
Are God's alone.

Every Heart
Eden's Bridge
 Straightway Records

This, Too, Shall Pass Away

"Heaven and earth shall pass away,
but My words will never pass away."
Matthew 24:35

In these uncertain and perilous times,
Jesus is our Hope and our Comforter

When some great sorrow, like a mighty river,
Flows through your life with peace-destroying power,
And dearest things are swept from sight forever,
Say to your heart each trying hour:
"This, too, shall pass away."

When ceaseless toil has hushed your song of gladness,
And you have grown almost too tired to pray,
Let this truth banish from your heart its sadness,
And ease the burden of each trying day:
"This, too, shall pass away."

When fortune smiles, and full of mirth and pleasure,
The days are flitting by without a care,
Lest you should rest with only earthly treasure
Let these few words their fullest import bear:
"This, too, shall pass away."

When earnest labor brings you fame and glory,
And all earth's noblest ones upon you smile,
Remember that life's longest, grandest story
Fills but a moment in earth's little while:
"This, too, shall pass away."

Then one of the elders of the heavenly Sanhedrin said to me,
"Stop weeping! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root
of David, has won, has overcome and conquered!
He can open the scroll  and break its seven seals!"
Revelation 5:5

"This, Too, Shall Pass Away"
Lanta Wilson Smith

The Legend Of The Blarney Stone

For many centuries, as everyone knows, English monarchs
tried to impose their will on Ireland.

15th century Blarney Castle County Cork, Ireland

Queen Elizabeth I, eager to extend the influence of her government,
sent a deputy to Cormac MacDermot MacCarthy, who was the
Lord of Blarney and demanded he take the tenure of his lands from the Crown.
Cormac set out to visit the Queen and plead for his traditional right to
his land, but he despaired of success for he was not fluent of speech.

Shortly after starting his journey, he met an old woman who asked him
why he looked so forlorn. He told her his story and she said,
"Cormac, when Blarney Castle was built, one stone was put into place
by a man who predicted no one would ever be able to touch it again.
If you can kiss that stone, the gift of eloquence will be
conferred upon you."

Cormac succeeded in kissing the stone and was able to address
the Queen with speech so soft and words so fair that as long as he
lived he never had to renounce his right to the land.

 For the "Gift of Gab" pucker up and "Kiss the Blarney Stone"!
Blarney Castle County Cork, Ireland

"The Legend Of The Blarney Stone"
From the book, "Irish Blessings"
Gramercy Books