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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 macchiato, that's my cup, without a flavor, sugared up. Please, make with almonds, diary-free, the milk I love, and add some ghee." "That's a macchi cup, without the moo to suit the tastebuds just for you. May I write your name upon this cup to let you know when it is up?" "Of course. I'll sit down by myself, and return when called to this lone shelf." I'll watch some people, while I wait to learn their work, their life, their date. "The deadline's Tuesday. We can't sit upon this deal, nor lazy get." "I need a haircut 'fore I go. Please, call me, if there's one 'No Show'." So many people miss the point of coffee shops, that peace anoint. They drink their cups, and do their stuff, then leave when they have had enough. How many sip, and wait to soak the things uncommon for fast folk? Aromas lift the worthy nose up to the heights, like bless-ed rose. The quiet twitter of the joys the coffee bean with friends employs. The gentle moments with a book find taste, aromas, quilted nook. "I've never tasted warmth like this. These coffee beans gave me a kiss." "The sweetness of this well-kept room makes hope within me start to bloom." "We must come here, tomorrow e'en. I've never known such a quiet scene." "I'll get the tab when we return. Great lifetime's peace, like this, unearned." The coffee shop is not a place of background cups through which we race. The coffee cup is our new friend, who listens well our nerves to mend. Our daily rush through daily chores makes coffee shops of peace much more. Essential moments there we spend, before our sanity could rend. The name he wrote upon the cup is calling me. It's hot, and up. Now, stare, I will, off into space to sip my cup, and drink with grace. by Jay O’Toole on August 29th, 2022 |
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