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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)    |
That faith is merely but a breath, I truly cannot see. How can it be, that in one's death we learn each faith was free? I must in faith receive His Grace to truly be redeemed. I must imagine His Blest Face to know it's all it seemed. That faith is trusting as a child what never I can touch brings fear about this One so mild, that I would love so much. How can I live forever Day, if I'm not truly sure, that Christ has saved me come what may with saving faith so pure? To struggle with one's living faith is where we start to heal. To reach to touch the childlike wraith of rocklike faith that's real. To know the Lord is not caprice, and never slaps His child for out loud speaking 'bout the piece of faith, that is unfiled. When just a youth of six small years I came to know His Grace. He gave me faith from lasting fears, to find in Him my place. My greatest fear throughout my days is whether faith is true, to know if trust is just displays of mental things I do. We cannot grasp with fleshy mind one ounce of faith, that saves as grasping water with the hand sends thirst to early grave. Yet, faith, that saves can learn to rest, while looking on His Face. The One, Who carries me is blest, His Faith, Foundation's place. ------------------------------------------ (Hebrews 11:1; John 6:37) ------------------------------------------ by Jay O’Toole on April 29th, 2022 |
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