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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)    |
The door was opened in a rush. "He's risen!" came the blurted words. This startled man's still heartfelt crush could hear the chirping of the birds. "He died. How can you say these things? A dead man stays all wrapped, and still." "The normal can't apply to kings. He overrules all earthly will." Alert enough to find his feet, he stood and followed through the door. The walkers soon ran pretty fleet, until the grave they stood before. "What's down there, Peter? Is it safe?" As John just stood there all transfixed impetuous Peter explored the grave, while John's own hopes and fears were mixed. "He's gone! Come see the cloths, that lie. The stone is cold, but my heart's warm. I sense, that there's a new thing nigh, a thing, that stops all felt alarm." "What can it be?" John's question, true. "The women said they saw Him here, but I've not seen, nor yet have you. When will we know, and see it clear?" A body stealing? Could it be? Within John's mind, a maelstrom roiled. Returning home with thoughts not free. His hopes were dark, the future foiled. 'Twas later in that same first day, so new the week, so sad the heart, but meeting friends some fear allayed, where hope could find a smallish start. Then Jesus came and stood right there. "SHALOM, my friends. There's hope for you." They staggered at some answered prayer they hadn't prayed in this day so new. He showed His hands and side as proof. He bid them live in peace as sent. The days to serve for these few youth would go where the Holy Spirit went. In eight days hence, dear Thomas joined, and he convinced became a force. He ne'er would glory have purloined, but humbly stayed on the God-bid course. When Jesus died, they hid, they ran. They knew the corners, shadows deep, but when they saw Him, bold to stand, they sought the sheaves, began to reap. They preached, "Redemption for all men! The Savior, dead, has risen, lives! O, bow the knee. Repent of sin, receive Salvation, that He gives!" They served, and died, and serve Him now. This Savior of all childlike hearts. When all Earth's souls before Him bow, His lasting Kingdom daily starts. O, Christian, in this modern day let service be your life's blest call. "Well done," your hope to hear Him say. Your crown before His Feet will fall. by Jay O’Toole on April 17th, 2022 |
O, “He arose!” The birds now sing. That He's a rose the garden shows. O, “He arose!” The bells now ring. Sweet. He’s a rose the image grows. No grave could keep the Son of God. The Earth explodes to bring Him forth. My hopeful heart will full applaud to show the Christ of lasting worth. The ground is level at the cross. All humans have no statured grace. Salvation’s Hope removes all loss. For in the Lord we now have place. “We bring Him spices to anoint. He died and now our hope is gone. The door is open. What’s the point? He’s gone, and we are all alone." The angel said, “He is not here. He went to Galilee as told." They fled away from the musty tomb. Belief now lost. They felt so cold. The sun now shines more bright than day. Salvation’s Light illumines hearts. He is alive. We need obey Receiving Hope, redemption starts. We daren’t refuse to trust the Lord. It is not good for our own lives. “Arise” was promised in His Word. In joyful Hope believers thrive. Belief transforms each purposed thought. We live and breathe and serve throughout. Receiving Hope as we are taught will show to all what we’re about. The weakness of our faith is sad, but not at all the final loss. We serve Him with each heart, that’s glad. Our life is service at His Cost. by Jay O’Toole on April 17th, 2022 |
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