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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)    |
When Christmas seems so small these days, I sit and search the yard to find some meaningful displays to help this aging bard. "Up in the treetops squirrels climb, running from these cats of mine. Down to the backyard, running fast, hoping escape will help them last. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho! Ho! Ho! With them, I know, up in the treetops squirrels climb, dancing up there, and wasting time." Some nightly lights fill with the sun to make them burn and glow. The darkness has not truly won through Hope in Christ to know. The greenhouse shelters tender plants, protecting from the cold, that when the spring brings thaw and grants, they'll sit outside so bold. I've planted shrubs, that need some lights, but so far from the house, I need that cords be dug by might to protect from rains, that douse. The time seems so much thicker, now, and Christmas seems so small, those playful days of childhood bow to work, that seems so tall. Will Christmas cards somehow be writ? Will presents wrapped up be? Will trappings of these days submit? Will Christ, God's Son, we see? by Jay O’Toole on December 12th, 2022 |
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