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“There 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. . . .” ― Charles Spurgeon “Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.” ― C. H. Spurgeon “Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.” ― Charles Haddon Spurgeon “If 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.” ― Charles Spurgeon “A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.” ― Charles Spurgeon “Visit many good books, but live in the Bible.” ― Charles Spurgeon “When your will is God's will, you will have your will.” ― Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV)    |
Crisp the air, that ends the day, Dimming sun for ambiance, Silhouettes stand on display. Resisting night in its advance. Two orbs of light hang in their place to guide the way for some to walk. The color lights of Christmas Grace explode in Joy, that posts can talk. The World has left the Christmas town, That lives inside each childlike heart, but there our blessings aye abound, that make the dancing always start. I think some wonder why exult we day by day ‘neath Christmas rain, while playful things do catapult the ones we were when childful sane. “Oh, give us bliss this 23, that Christmas spirit lives anon to make us from all burdens free, and kiss the child within each one.” A coffee shop I soon would start to be a playground for the young. We’ll decorate in whole and part as lights illumine, songs are sung. Fear not, adults, who cannot see the treasured moments, Christmas play. We’ll have some rooms to coffee thee with couch and sofa ev’ry day. A Cup of Santa, joyful bliss, that causes us to find respite within a room we solace this to find us Christmas for a night. We may not need on ev’ry day the Kringle Cup, Good Santa’s Joe, but it would be there as I say, “A fine retreat, a place to go.” ‘Tis but a thought, a lifetime dream, a peaceful place, that offers rest for those for whom Christ’s loving beams bring rescue from each daily test. by Jay O’Toole on January 6th, 2023 |
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