
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
MODERATION

AGGREGATORS
AGGREGATORS AND AGGREGATES
Aggregate is a grouping of things, persons, ideas, etc. Aggregators are those who liaise aggregations, those whose efforts effect union.
Aggregators are envied, mocked, persecuted, exiled, killed. There is grave danger in daring to consider aggregating. Yet, impulsively, men step forth into the breech to do so , repeatedly. Women aggregate too, usually in default of men, as a goad to men, as a challenge to the men, history has shown. So too have, do children, whether students or non-students, aggregated, as in street gangs and juvenile delinquents or as in SNCC (Student Non-violent Coordinating Committee) in the old 1960s civil rights movement days.
There are also rewards, tangible and intangible for aggregators, even as there are grave risks. Such rewards may partially explain why aggregators continually emerge.
Then, again, rewards alone are not enough to explain the entire notion, the entire template of aggregation.
Something else on the inside thrust outside, while that on the outside pulls unto itself that "metal" meant to aggregate upon, around, into it.
We are born into aggregates called families, raised in aggregate churches, attended aggregate schools, work in aggregate work sites, live in aggregate communities, pay taxes and pledge allegiance to aggregate nations.
Even now, the mere act of reading this article online is itself evidence of aggregation, as it appears on someone's page, on some entity's or company's particular domain within the infinitude of the electromagnetic spectrum. In short, we are already aggregated at birth, before birth, prior to any" beginning," by God's grace.

Monday, January 30, 2017
TEACHING TEDDY TO READ
TEACHING TEDDY TO READ
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2017 (updated)
By Rev. Dr. Larry Delano Coleman
“Larry, wait for me at my desk,” whispered Ms. Lydia Brooks, our no-nonsense 6th grade teacher at almost-all-black James Milton Turner Elementary School located in almost-all-black Meacham Park, Missouri, in the spring of
1963.
“What?” I asked, slightly befuddled by such a sudden, strange request. “Wait for me at my desk.” She repeated, as she turned and strode away.
Obediently, I got up and did as requested, all the while, shunting off curious glances from my classmates. My mind raced. What had I done? Or said? The desk was the place where, among other things, disciplinary paddling had been publicly administered. I had been an occasional recipient of such discipline . That possibility heightened my apprehension, as my mind continued to race.
A few weeks earlier some white lady had visited our classroom to talk about books and reading. She had marveled that I had read children’s author Walter Farley’s series on “The Black” Arabian stallion. She’d mentioned just having attended a conference with him in Florida. Our exchange had apparently pleased and impressed Ms. Brooks. She had been smiling. So, it couldn’t be related to that, I surmised. But, what was it? My mind drew a blank.
Turning slighting upon reaching her desk, and peering out the corner of my eye, I saw her speaking to Teddy on the back row of the classroom. He glanced up at me; rose from his seat; then, followed her to the front. Now, I was really confused, and slightly concerned, too. Teddy was the notorious school-yard, and occasional class-room, “toughie,” though he was not exactly a bully. I was no saint, myself. But, I was nowhere near being either a toughie or a bully. An eerie foreboding swept over me.
Ms. Brooks, her black heels clicking sharply to a stop, glanced back over her left shoulder at the classroom and said authoritatively, “You are supposed to be working. Heads down, not a sound.” Then, she pivoted and beckoned us to follow her into the hallway. There we entered an adjacent storage room, which she had unlocked. It contained boxes, a filing cabinet, one table and two chairs. Rather Spartan.
“Larry,” she said “I want you to help Teddy with his reading.” She stated. “ He is making good progress, but school is almost out. So, we must quicken the pace. Do you hear me?” I hesitated. “Yes Ma’am,” I replied. But inwardly my soul screamed “Why me, especially if he’s making ‘good progress’?” Being alone with Teddy: oh boy, in that isolated, Spartan chamber did not exactly appeal to me!! Helping him with his reading? Yikes! She was the teacher, right?
“What books do I use,” I stammered, pleadingly, noticing the symmetrical lining of Teddy’s Quo Vadis hair- cut and slightly flared nostrils. We all sported similar hair-cuts, close-cropped, and lined, furnished by licensed and unlicensed barbers that dotted the community. Teddy’s flared nostrils, though, suggested scent, akin to a wild Arabian stallion’s when the wind carried vital information.
“Use any books you like,” Lydia Brooks replied. Then, smartly turning, she left us in the room, leaving the door ajar.
“What about using my comic books?” Teddy asked. “Anything you like” she repeated, heels echoing faintly on the polished linoleum. “Teachers used to use the Bible, newspapers, anything available to teach reading.” She conceded. Teddy beamed with delight.
Teachers had ears and eyes in the back of their heads, especially at Turner School. They seemed to be intuitive especially Ms. Brooks, who had also had us in 5th grade. Turner was still segregated in 1963, so teachers undoubtedly had greater freedoms, later lost with integration’s quirky dynamics. Turner had the occasional white student, but they were rare, and Meacham Park had white residents whose children were, at their option, bussed to white schools. These larger societal issues did not matter to us students. We were quite happy in our so-called cultural isolation.
“Go get’m, man,” I said to Teddy, following up on his inspired suggestion about comic books. “Go get’m.” Teddy lit out with alacrity. Blessed with that cat-like quickness and deftness that easily distinguished him from lesser athletes like me, this is one athlete that Nipher Jr. High, and Kirkwood High School will be glad to see, I thought to myself, as he fairly romped to retrieve his books. Not so with me. My family was about to move to archrival, Webster Groves School District, 5 miles east, at the end of that semester, having bought a house there.
Normally, Ms. Brooks had discouraged, indeed, banned comic books and other ephemera including chewing gum from class. Of course, that didn’t stop anybody from smuggling it in, especially Teddy. But, today, for whatever reason, her focus was purely on the bottom line: teaching Teddy to read better, by any means necessary—including me! I smiled and exhaled, slightly. This might be fun, after all!
Teddy was back so quickly, with his comic books, I was slightly startled to see him. But, I repressed a nervous shudder. At least he was eager, rearing to go. That would help! It was time now for me to “man-up, to get her done.” If I showed fear or weakness, I would fail, exactly as those too-timid horse-tamers seeking to tame “The Black.” Fear would cause failure. I could not risk that. Failure to teach Teddy to read might lead to a fight. That might lead to an ass-whipping by Teddy to boot, a prospect I did not relish! Lion tamers: I now understood! They too engaged in a deadly game of power and peril , while in proximity to death or injury with stoic purposefulness and pretense. Game on!
“OK, let’s see what you’ve got,” I said reaching for the comics in his hand. “Here, let’s sit down. ” I said, He handed me the comics.
“Can you read any of these?” I asked shuffling through copies of “Superman”, “Batman” and “The Green Lantern.”
“A little bit.” He said. “But, mainly I just look at the pictures.” Lowering his head, he said “The pictures tell the whole story anyway.” Pictures help, but rarely tell the whole story, I thought to myself
“Alright”, I said, “look at the pictures. And then tell me what’s going on.” Teddy nodded. “Then, I’ll read that same page, after that. OK? Then, we can see what was missed from just looking pictures. We’ll work only on that, OK?”
“Bet!” he responded, meaning “yes.” Teddy was terse. Laconic and direct: a man of action, Teddy was. Like when it came to tickling your ears: Teddy had an ear fetish. He would wiggle or tickle somebody’s ears on the playground, every day, practically. It didn’t hurt. It was just bothersome, annoying, and sometimes humiliating habit of his that we had learned to tolerate and accept.
That ear-tickling prospect was ever present. But, his interest was on reading, not ears, fortunately. His spirit exuded his desire to learn. And, so we began. Over the net several days that Teddy and I worked together, we made steady progress. Phonetics were the key. His outer ear fetish revealed his inner ear relish for nuances of sound.
Sounds, the comic books were full up. "Pow!" "Zap" "Oh no!"
One sound led to another sound, as one word led to another word. So, Teddy learned to read better.
Many years later, after a long hiatus, I saw Teddy, again. We were at a Meacham Park Homecoming. He was there with his wife and dressed in the white accouterments of a chef. "Teddy, you a chef, man?" I asked. "Yep," he happily replied.
Walking away, I silently mused that chefs read recipes, and smiled.
#30

Saturday, January 28, 2017
RAISE YOUR OWN BABIES


IRONIES OF DRED AND HARRIET SCOTT


Friday, January 27, 2017
GOING OUT OF HERE FULL-BORE
GOING OUT OF HERE FULL-BORE
Why cut your cord at all? Why ever disconnect from almighty essence?
Einstein died drafting a beautiful equation. Twain died pen in hand .
Preachers fall dead in the pulpits, and farmers upon their sown lands.
Elijah left here translated riding a fiery, death-defying chariot aloft . Left here in a whirl wind, did he !
http://biblehub.com/2_kings/2-11.htm
Hon. Marcus Mosiah Garvey of the Universal Negro Improvement (UNIA) Assn. used to say: "Look for me in the whirlwind or the storm !"
In other words, leave out of here on full-bore, doing whatever you were sent here by God, purposefully, specially, particularly, to do in life.

Thursday, January 26, 2017
TRUMP, HOT DAMN!
HOT DAMN TRUMP!
Wouldn't that be something ironic!
If President Donald Trump had to hire,to train, to pay legal prevailing wages to many thousands of illegal immigrants to build the very wall he would otherwise use to keep their kind out, due to the national labor shortage of skilled construction workers, craftsmen, the very work many of them now due so cheaply!
I must confess to being shocked, however, by President Donald Trump's proposed 20% tariff on all imported Mexican goods as a means to get them to pay for his wall! When I recalled that all I bought was beer and taco shells, I said "Okay! We'll survive." But, when researching it I found Mexico to be our second largest trading partner, with hundreds of billions of dollars at stake, I thought: "If they did the same thing to us? Woe Nelly!" Now watching the fall-out, three words come to mind: HOT DAMN TRUMP!

GRADE SCHOOL "CUTE"
IN GRADE SCHOOL, IN THE 1950S-60S, SOME GIRLS USED TO COMPLAIN THAT ANOTHER GIRL "THOUGHT SHE WAS CUTE." INEVITABLY THIS WOULD LEAD TO CONFRONTATION, IF NOT A FIGHT.
"DON'T YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE CUTE, TOO? WHY NOT?" MIGHT BE ONE WAY DEFTLY TO DIFFUSE SUCH A COMPLAINT.
NOW THAT FIGHTING IS A "FELONY" EVEN IN GRADE SCHOOL IN MISSOURI, IT IS WELL THAT PARENTS PRESCHOOL KIDS!
arguing is vain
ARGUING IS VAIN
Arguing is ignorance. What one knows, need not be argued. What one does not know, can be found.
"Ignorance," is used here in that broader moral sense of the word, not simply its intellectual sense.
Those who argue are crying for a help that no one else can render.
PHARAONIC PERIOD --OBENGA

DIFFERENCES
DIFFERENCES
Mankind's making of God in the image and likeness of mankind, itself, did not end with the mere external appearances--like color, gender, hair texture--but, rather man's casting and portrayal of God reached inside to the spiritual, the emotional character of God as well.
God was given man's emotional make-up. Joy, sadness, anger, jealousy, regret, were among many human attributes, and emotional characteristics, that have been given to God by mankind's faiths.
In Genesis 6:6, for example, we see that :
"The Lord regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled."
"Regret" is as human as "heart," as is "he had made"; human attributes are all three: regret, heart, and he had made. God is outside time or space. Yet, mankind personalized God, then he later personified God!
"My ways are not your ways; my thoughts are not your thoughts," says the word. But, we often differ !
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.biblegateway.com/passage/%3Fsearch%3DIsaiah%2B55%253A7-8%26version%3DKJV%26interface%3Damp?client=safari

Wednesday, January 25, 2017
AFRICAN PHILOSOPHY, THEOPHILE OBENGA

STUDY TO SHOW THYSELF APPROVED

Tuesday, January 24, 2017
TADPOLES

WHERE IS YOUR FAITH IN GOD?
WHERE IS YOUR FAITH IN GOD?
More capacity, more capabilities than we realize, humans possess.
Yet, till such are tested by stress of necessity or whetted by prospects of opportunity, remain constrained.
Adrenaline, a human enzyme, is notorious for supplying short bursts of energy and power to enable unbelievably difficult feats.
Over longer, far more dangerous terms, even greater feats have also been executed by simple persons, possessing little more than faith.
Faith is long term as adrenaline is short term in mankind, evidently.
I draw this conclusion from reading of the heroic escapades of slaves later written in their narratives, or that were recorded by others who helped them along their way North.
Faith is not only found in the Bible, but faith is also found in tales of our fellow men and women whose lives, our legacy, are faith dramas.
As I write these few lines, Donald Trump has recently been elected and inaugurated the 45th President of the United States of America.
The fact that he was elected with no electoral experience anywhere, at anytime, has discombobulated many people, especially the blacks.
Black bewilderment is based as much upon the exit of Barack and Michelle Obama, as on President Donald Trump. Now, all of blacks' barely repressed racial fears have resurged to cause them to tremble.
The way out of fear is to recall and to reflect that each and every one of you is a divine lineal descendant of former slaves, and of freedmen, who, did more with less under far worse conditions, to produce you!
Pick up your bed and walk, black folks! Where is your faith in God?
https://youtu.be/3wl4ogb0ZbQ?t=511
Monday, January 23, 2017
"FAKE NEWS" IS NOT NEW HERE
"FAKE NEWS" IS NOT NEW HERE
Fake news is not new at all. Neither are other fakes that are commonly taught to American children.
For example:
0. Santa Claus
0. The tooth fairy
0. George Washington 's cherry tree
0. Innate "white" supremacy
0. Innate "black" inferiority
0. "Indians" and "Mexicans" are uncivilized
0. "Good Indian" is a dead Indian
0. IQ tests measure intelligence
There are many more examples. But, these few, short-hand, fake mythologies, pedagogies, make my point. They do great harm to our children and to national character.
They are false programming that leads to the production of mass: ignorance; hysteria; murderers; sadists; xenophobists; racists; fascists; militarists; nihilists; anarchists; atheists; avarice; obstructionists.
Fake whatever explains much that is wrong in America today, in many respects, if not in every respect.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
GERMANY AND DONALD TRUMP
Germans, generally, are mostly known as the progenitors of Adolph Hitler of WWII infamy, and as being somehow implicated in WW I history. They were African imperialists in Namibia, in Tanganyika, Malawi. They were the "Hessians," or British mercenaries in the American Revolution. They were immigrants to America after their own 1849 revolution; once here many sided with the Union in our own Civil War. Their nationalist meme is that of martial, martinet, rigid, yet flummoxed.Their schools were world-renown in the 19th century for the rigor, including the likes of Albert Einstein, Goethe..
As I meditate on Germany and Germans, broadly, I do so without regard to those few who are/were known to me, who were convivial. I meditate on "Deutschland" to attempt to assimilate Donald Trump, a descendant of a German immigrant to the United States in the 1870s who is as alien to me as a man from Mars, yet is my President, too.

MOUNT VERNON, THE FIRST AMERICAN, "WHITE HOUSE"

NOT FINITE. BUT INFINITE.


ENOUGH
"ENOUGH"
Enough. Critical mass is enough.
The tipping point. Point of no return. Straw that broke the camel's back. Rainfall . Snowfall.
Enough. Critical mass is enough.
Enough is a mysteriously mystical mean between being or not being.
Conception. Delivery. Birth. Life. Death: All stages of our enough.
When enough is enough, it is in a finished phase of transition. Done.
Enough is a metric not "known" in the classical sense but sensed by intuition, instinct, nature, or time.
Enough.


Friday, January 20, 2017
LOSS OF RACIAL INTEGRITY
LOSS OF RACIAL INTEGRITY
After 1968, during the chaos that followed the assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., the later riots--funeral pyres of grief--that burned in 100 communities, in the resulting vacuum of effectual black leadership, amid the prevalence of what facially seemed valorous, though certainly less-than-virtuous, alternatives, that gained our people's pride, and attention, we discarded our integrity.
We lost that racial integrity, which had sustained us in tougher times, in the terrible times. We drifted away from self and God. Worst yet, we drifted away from those invaluable history lessons, traditions, that were by us learned in the South over centuries.
The sequel for us, since 1968, although deceitfully dotted with amazing individual triumphs, in certain families who retained a residue of racial integrity, has nevertheless been tragic for those many blacks who lost it all, trusting in mammon, who abandoned any pretense of racial integrity in the hot cauldrons of concupiscence.
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.biblegateway.com/passage/%3Fsearch%3DJob%2B2%253A9-10%26version%3DKJV%26interface%3Damp?client=safari
These are they who fill the jails, the morgues, prematurely, violently. These are those who did not fight for freedom, for our rights, but who coasted along, nibbling at the bits thrown their way or simply stolen .
Stated directly: we black people are people of faith, of destiny, of beauty , power, virtue, who are scions of our planet's first people. We are "the blameless Ethiopians," of whom the ancient Greeks sang.
This period of trial in the Americas is also one of training, of transition, of restoration of the waste places.
Through all of our many trials and tribulations, however, it was vital, essential that we retain our sense of self, our personal integrity, the values we had when we first met God.
The righteousness of Job, the glory of Job, is our black historical story. It was written in prophetic metaphor.
So too ours are the sufferings of Job, the tragedies of Job; the mocking of Job. Ours too is the integrity of Job, the constancy of Job, the revival of Job, the restoration of Job's family, fortunes, integrity!
This also is us. The allegory of Job has long been with us and has been in us. Job's story must renew us, as in, "If a man dies, shall he live, again?" As well as its riposte, "All my appointed days will I wait until my change comes." Job 14:14.
if we are to avoid irreligious doom, the looming vale of destruction, the abomination of desolation that is our reward, that is the naturally inevitable consequence of having lost self-love, integrity, knowledge of who we are, whose we are, and our virtues.

GEORGE WASHINGTON'S "FAREWELL ADDRESS"
CIRCUMFERENCES
Thursday, January 19, 2017
PROVENANCE OF POPULAR IDEAS

TEA LEAVES
"[T]heir prodigality required new plunder, and through the East-India article TEA they hoped to transfer their rapine from that quarter of the world to this.--Every designed quarrel has its pretense ; and the same barbarian avarice accompanied the PLANT to America, which ruined the country that produced it.
"That men never turn rogues without turning fools, is a maxim, sooner or later, universally true."
P. 129, "The American Crisis III," THOMAS PAINE: WRITINGS (1955)

FIRST THINGS
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
"THE FUTURE"

ON FIRST PRINCIPLES by Origen

MIND YOUR OWN MIND

HOWARD U! HERE I COME!

Tuesday, January 17, 2017
THOUGHT SYMBOLS ARE REAL

TRUMP V. LEWIS
Attacking mothers on Mother's Day, Veterans on Memorial Day, Jesus Christ on Christmas Day, are somewhat comparable to attacking Rep. John Lewis, and the City of Atlanta, Georgia, on Rev Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, as President -Elect Donald Trump has done this past January 2017 weekend! Disgraceful!
WHERE IS BOXING PROMOTER, DON KING, STANDING ON THIS MATCH-UP?

WHAT HAPPENS HERE STAYS HERE

Sunday, January 15, 2017
MARK TWAIN, MONO LAKE AND ME
MONO LAKE, MARK TWAIN & ME
"Thirst augments fast as soon as it is apparent that one has no means at hand of quenching it."
Fish do too!-- I might add!
As I read the harrowing adventures of Mark Twain and his friend, Higbee, in salty lake, "Mono Lake, sometimes called the 'Dead Sea of California,'" in their row boat, as a storm approached, while they were fifteen miles from shore, my mind rolled back to Longview Lake, and my own, over twenty years ago.
I had rented a motor boat at the dock, had bought some bait, and set out alone across that big lake in Jackson County, Missouri, to better explore my fishing prospects in its remote inlets. The sun was shining brightly, when I left. The wind was fair, lake calm. Fishing however was abysmal. I had not caught anything. Worse, I had lost quite a few minnows and worms to unknown aquatic pilferers below, whom I had "fed" freely.
The hours passed by. Clouds rolled in. Winds gusted. Rain threatened. A few drops fell. Just then, when I was thinking about getting back to the dock, I got a bite on my reel!
While I was tugging that one in, I got a bite on the other reel. Two reels working at one time! Rags to riches ! Rain was now pelting, drenching me ! Overwhelmed, I laid one down to concentrate on the other reel! Then something big pulled that laden reel violently out of the now-bewildered motor boat!
Something also said "Better get your behind outta here, while you still can!" I cut my line! See you fish! Started the engine. Vrr! Vrr!
Heading back across the main leg of the lake, the prow of the boat lifted up into the air. "Lord! Don't let me capsize," I prayed . Eventually, it leveled out, as I reduced speed on the throttle in that choppy water .
When I saw the wooden dock in the distance, I rejoiced! Hope was at hand. It is evident that I survived this experience. Mark Twain stirs up my best, fondest recollections !
P. 722, 727, ROUGHING IT by Mark Twain (1984)

MARS HILL AND PLANET MARS

MARS HILL AND THE APOSTLE PAUL

IN PART YIELDS TO PERFECT
8Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. 9For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. 10But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. 11When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 13And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
1 CORINTHIANS 13:
"GUT INSTINCTS"
"GUT INSTINCTS "
Fortunately, fortuitously, in this life, our bodies act independently of our cognitive minds, of conscious awareness, being guided by "laws," that we do not know, cannot know.
Life on earth being both body and mind to us. Thus, body and mind obey secret, intuitive instructions within each of our cells, in the trillions and quadrillions each micro-moment of our earthly lives, stretching all the way back into before life began, as we know it.
Hence, only a few decisions do we have to make, are we permitted to make ever, fortunately, fortuitously.
Therefore, when any "gut-instincts" deign to speak to us, at all, whether by instinct, intuition, otherwise, it behooves us to heed such parietal importuning from the Creator; not to do so may be hazardous to life.
Thus thanks for reading this article.

Saturday, January 14, 2017
CONFRONTING TRUMP FEARS

WELL DONE, OBAMA!

Friday, January 13, 2017
BLACK PEOPLE AND DIVINITY
CHRISTIAN APOSTOLIC TRADITION LEGITIMATES AFRICAN ORAL TRADITION
Is not "the apostolic tradition" itself an oral tradition , exemplary of those yet extant in Africa, beside their written transcriptions? YES!
http://www.bible.ca/sola-scriptura-tradition-5-types-2-oral.htm
A. The Bible texts that support oral revelation as tradition:
"Then the Lord stretched out His hand and touched my mouth, and the Lord said to me, "Behold, I have put My words in your mouth. Jeremiah 1:9. This is a classic Bible verse on oral inspiration, even though Jeremiah also wrote a book. Like the Apostles, even though Jeremiah had an oral tradition, all we know of his work, is what scripture records.
Now I praise you because you remember me in everything and hold firmly to the traditions, just as I delivered them to you. 1 Corinthians 11:2. Paul delivered these traditions (the gospel) on his second missionary journey in Acts 18:1. This was before any books of the Bible were written so it must refer exclusively to oral tradition.
"So then, brethren, stand firm and hold to the traditions which you were taught, whether by word of mouth or by letter from us." 2 Thessalonians 2:15. Both oral and scripture are called traditions.
"Now we command you, brethren, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that you keep away from every brother who leads an unruly life and not according to the tradition which you received from us." 2 Thessalonians 3:6. This verse likely includes both oral and scripture tradition as a summary of 2 Thess 2:15.
The things which you have heard from me in the presence of many witnesses, entrust these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also. 2 Timothy 2:2. Here we have the famous 4 generation discipleship passage: 1. Paul 2. Timothy 3. Faithful men 4. Others. However that which is taught is identical with scripture, even if it was revealed originally as an oral tradition. What was taught within these four generations may have included oral revelation, but this oral doctrine was also taught in scripture. For Roman Catholic and Orthodox defenders who see the succession of Bishops or the Pope, look elsewhere! First, the one's who were to be entrusted were, "faithful", not Bishops. Timothy was not a Bishop, was he to chose the next bishops to entrust the oral tradition to them? Second, the office of one bishop over the presbytery, did not exist until after 150 AD. Diocesan bishops, where one bishop was over another did not exist until 250. (Click here for proof.) So to suggest this passage teaches succession in any Catholic or Orthodox way, is vacuous.
"You, however, continue in the things you have learned and become convinced of, knowing from whom you have learned them" 2 Timothy 3:14. This verse would likely refer to oral revelation from Paul's inspired mouth to Timothy.
"I will give you utterance and wisdom which none of your opponents will be able to resist or refute", Luke 21:12-15 is proves that oral tradition was the norm for the first 20 years of the church.
The "with many other words" in Acts 2:40 represent inspired oral traditions that are lost forever. Yet for some time these specific words were likely remembered by many who heard them. There are literally thousands of inspired sermons that the Holy Spirit.
"They were continually devoting themselves to the apostles' teaching". (Acts 2:42) Although we do not know specifically what the apostles taught at this time, we can be sure it did not differ from what we have in scripture."

Thursday, January 12, 2017
VOTING
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
SESHAT AND THOTH: FEMALE AND MALE: WISDOM, WRITING, MATHEMATICS, ASTRONOMY


Year 2019 prophesy for black Americans
Core of the 2019 prophesy for black Americans. 1619-2019
Genesis 15:12-14English Standard Version (ESV)
12 As the sun was going down, a deep sleep fell on Abram. And behold, dreadful and great darkness fell upon him. 13 Then the Lord said to Abram, “Know for certain that your offspring will be sojourners in a land that is not theirs and will be servants there, and they will be afflicted for four hundred years. 14 But I will bring judgment on the nation that they serve, and afterward they shall come out with great possessions.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
"IS GOD DEAD, FREDERICK?:

NATURE-GEOMETRY-KARMA-FRAUDS

Monday, January 9, 2017
WINGS
EARTH IS THE LORD'S
LEAD US IN PRAYER
While I was pastor of a very small AME church in Butler, Missouri, BROOKS CHAPEL, (1995-2004) I once asked a man who had been somewhat regular in attendance to pray . He could not, would not, did not, and thereafter he never returned to worship with us !
I was reminded of this unusual occurrence when reading a similar account involving Dr. W. E. B. DuBois at Wilberforce University in Ohio, which is an AME college. DuBois wrote in DUSK OF DAWN (1940), his autobiography:
"Into this situation I landed with the cane and gloves of my German student days; with my rather inflated ideas of what a 'university' ought to be and with a terrible plainness of speech that was continually getting me into difficulty; when, for instance , the student leader of a prayer meeting into which I had wandered casually to look local religion over, suddenly and without warning announced that 'Professor DuBois would lead us in prayer,' I simply answered, 'No, he won't,' and as a result nearly lost my job. It took a great deal of explaining to the board of bishops why a professor at Wilberforce should not be able at all times and sundry to address God in extemporaneous prayer. I was saved only by the fact that my coming to Wilberforce had been widely advertised and I was so willing to do endless work when the work seemed to me worth doing."
P.594-595. DUBOIS :WRITINGS (1986)

Sunday, January 8, 2017
"SCIENCE AND EMPIRE" IN DUBOIS' "DUSK OF DAWN"

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