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โThere are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them. . . . Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it. From such folly deliver us, O Lord. . . .โ โ Charles Spurgeon โOur anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.โ โ C. H. Spurgeon โHope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.โ โ Charles Haddon Spurgeon โIf sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โA Bible thatโs falling apart usually belongs to someone who isnโt.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โVisit many good books, but live in the Bible.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โWhen your will is God's will, you will have your will.โ โ Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) |
The place I lived when I was born was Fort Worth, Texas, y'all. The mem'ries I these years have worn are from my small recall. You wonder why that could be so. It was because we left when my Dad's job, it made us go. Uprootment was quite deft. I was just five when we went north to Rochester, N-Y, but six months later returned us forth to say another "goodbye." I've been away near sixty years. Those mem'ries linger on. Apartment "pictures" are still clear, and school 'til he was done. But not much else can my mind see, I'd like to visit soon, if money and the time could free, more mem'ries there to boon. A cowboy's blood I've always had, but a mount to ride I've not. A Western life can't be half-bad, but the Southern life I've got. A hardy bunch we've always been a-mucking cattle plop. Last night the doggies' bully sin caused something similar to drop. Back to work all cowboys, now with shovels at your side, 'cause what they left to take a bow is naught but puppy pride. We've smelled like poo before last night. We muck the stalls so clean. The future still can be quite bright. Just trailer all their mean. We're Texans. We live really big. We stand when they do beat. Next time we'll tug of our own swig with UGA's in defeat. Let this be your best training cry, "Remember the Alamo and Daniel Boone." Defeats we can't deny, but vict'ries will come soon. What bullies may forget at first, will keep us soldiering on! For victories in our lives we thirst, until with God, we're gone. by Jay OโToole on January 10th, 2023 |