We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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) |
Each Christmas is about our peace, eternally from Time. The days of joy can all increase in Jesus' Love sublime. That Jesus came to save lost souls we love His Birth to know. Each Christmas day our yearly goals revolve 'round seeds we sow. The twinkly lights, and carol songs, and gifts of ev'ry kind are great, but in each heart it longs to know His Tie, that binds. Each Christmas is the place to rest our soul's deep weary weight. Because He came we can be blest. Forever no more late. The greatest Christmas Present came three days beyond the cross. His Substitution took our blame. His Goodness, no more loss. I talk of Christmas all the time, since Jesus' lasting Grace doth tune the heart to ever chime the hymns, that show His Face. Each Christmas 'bout His Peace, that glows is on each sav-ed tongue. How blest fore'er a heart, that knows Salvation's hymn is sung. by Jay OโToole on August 3rd, 2022 |