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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)    |
What a world it is today with souls so sad, and lost! How do we help? What can we say? Prevent a future tossed? I want to rush right in to hug or fix some wounded soul. I want it changed, at least unplug, at most I want them whole. But sadly some things, that are past my reach, do stop me in my tracks. I silent watch with "what to teach?" still weighing on my back. Some bitterness receives no peace, imprisons glibbered tongue. Most thoughts are simply, "Make it cease!" and let no joy be sung. How can I hope to comfort speak when I don't know their pain? How can my help improve this bleak? How can I stop the rain? I hear the anger, feel the grief, and wonder what to do. The human heart seeks just relief in the depths of me and you. I stagger at the heart's black hole. I hesitate to move. Their betterment is aye my goal. The gift I bear is love. The ship is steadied at the brink of event horizon's cusp. Should I dare go where angels blink, where good intentions rust? How could I say, "I've answer aught" when the heart can know no good? How could I speak a word, but naught until it's ready for food? I weep and stand here in my place, until I'm needed in some way. I pray some day, not pain, but grace transforms, that new, and warmer day. by Jay O’Toole on March 30th, 2022 |
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