We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
“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) |
The world keeps turning 'round and 'round. It seems like a cliché, but winter leaves and new life's found as flower graves obey. The elm has tresses flowing green from crown to near the earth. This beauty statuesquely preens in joy as a grand new birth. The Japanese Red Maple shines in its beauteous first year. It bids, "Relax in soft recline as the Creator's gifting's clear." As ferns transition from the cold to humid, summer fare some leaves are brown and burnt as told, "Environments you bear." Hibiscus bushes, royal blooms, as summer sentries stand. All feasts from tropics, fully groomed as their Good Maker planned. The frozen months of winter brought a shroud of deathly white. Each need to cling to warmth has taught Earth's residents Your might. Each day we traverse farther toward the core of springtime's sweet we sense the beneficial chord of Three-in-One, replete. The Christ, Messiah, fully bloomed from planting, three days hence. The rock, a nap, not kept entombed. No moment caused Him wince. He took His beating, breathed His last, inert His Body lay. Through Joseph's wrapping, spicing task the call fulfilled, obeyed. Then up He rose, those few wounds marked the Savior as the Lord. New physical life He then embarked fore'er, so says His Word. by Jay O’Toole on April 13th, 2022 |