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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 teacher in those ancient days still broke bread with His friends. His miracles did quite amaze the lives, that He should tend. But there were those, who stood against this Chosen One from God. They sought occasion for they sensed, that most would Him applaud. The days of the annual feast drew near. Unleavened bread they'd eat. He marched t'ward destiny. It's clear. The future, not retreat. His miracles, His donkey ride, His anger in God's House, attention drew, He could not hide, He'd die to buy His spouse. These days were leading to the cross. He'd not avoid that death. For souls condemned, eternal loss He'd breathe His last blest breath. Is there a worthy cause, today, that drives us on to do our best in all we do and say, 'til mortal life is through? We are not Christ, Who died to save, but each can be His child, who finds great hope beyond the grave through Savior, meek and mild. The life we live is understood by Christ, and His dear folk, to others, we're not quite as good as this eternal Oak. His Father called Him to the cross to die and rise, again. He sensed the pain but saw across to Resurrection's Win. Each dear one bought by selfless deed, He made His very own. He made each reign as one He freed in lesser, lasting throne. by Jay O’Toole on April 6th, 2022 |
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