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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) |
The light of eve was long, then dim, until the dark consumed. The day of play was gone from them, but suppertime perfumed. What wondrous memories brought from youth foretell the end of days when Darkness hides the light of Truth by humor's shtick displays. We played for hours 'til she called, "Come home. It's time to eat." We loved to run as trees were sticks, outlined by Sunglow treat. But when she called we knew, "It's time!" Or sweet be turned to wrath. If she called, again, the tongue would be primed for lashing. Do the math! In truth, the supper was always good, the tastebuds' lovely feast. For sweet tea added to the food of chicken or roast beast. What wonders lay in store for those, who strain to hear the sound of trumpet call for ones He chose, whose lasting state abounds. The Dayspring shines his final rays. The Spirit's Presence "lets," until the end of Gentiles' days in dark'ning silhouettes. "It's Supper Time!" the Groom will call. The Bride, now, ready-made will share the feast with Him and all, so bidden and displayed. ------------------------------------------------------------------ "7 Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. 8 And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints. 9 And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God." (Revelation 19:7-9, KJV) ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "No man can come to me, except the Father which hath sent me draw him: and I will raise him up at the last day." (John 6:44, KJV) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- by Jay OโToole on August 21st, 2023 |