We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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) |
Good Friday? Why do we call it thus? A man was beaten, killed so raw. Such shamefulness He bore for us to bring us good in lasting awe. Good Friday? A man upon a cross, He suffered there in the breathless dark. In awful pain, He bore my loss before the world in shame so stark. Good Friday? Ne'er had a man been wronged to die in innocency so pure, but ne'er before had guilty songed to live in Bliss forever sure. Good Friday? When is good so sad, that awful souls get off scot-free, and He, Who never has done bad brought life, and love, and health to me? Good Friday is of fairness naught. The Son of God a criminal? Eternal life for me He bought. His perfect life paid the debt in full. Good Friday was for God, great bad, yet also was for God, great good. The Father took all that He had to make Him sons of ones so rude. Good Friday in one moment made the rift be gone, that Sin once tore. The Son to Father full obeyed, that Sin be naught forevermore. Good Friday is the dividing line between eternal bad and good. To rest my debt on Him I'm fine. To see despite, no lasting food. Great Aslan lay 'neath witching knife, "He's dead, no more to rise, again." So thought the fiend of lasting strife, the one, who killed us in our sin. Good Friday in the victory bad became great good in the third day's sun. The world of Sin danced joyous mad until new life began His run. Good Friday was not surface good. He died for wrongs He had not done. The Blessed Savior on the wood made me a righteous man and son. Good Friday is great good for me. It is great good for Him as well. His stripes and resurrection free the ones, so lost and bound for Hell. Good Friday can be good for you if you let Him give you His Gift. The days of lostness can be through if in Christ's Hands your soul be lift. Good Friday was transacted best when lasting Good did pay for Sin. He vanquished ev'ry earthly test to save dear souls in lasting Win. Good Friday's Balance has been met as Judgment's Wrath sees Mercy and Grace. Salvation given is always let by Smiling Good upon His Face. by Jay OโToole on April 15th, 2022 |