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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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)    |
| Upon this day a week from now the Christmas songs are done. All wrapping paper's bagged I trow, and so's the festive fun. Let's wave right now to greet the day or it may pass us by without a notice of the way we laughed and played 'til sigh. Each store now shovels overstock right out the door. It's priced to move, that ev'ry shoe and sock will look both cheap and nice. The other side of Christmas leaves us full and slightly dazed. This breakneck pace all month it grieves the heart, unsolid, phased. It's back to work to pay for things we would not buy most weeks. What other day would make us sing, 'til rushing joints do creak. The "shoulds" do rule in wondrous clothes, and we feel burdened now. Oh, may we love and honor those, who see our love-filled brow. We show we worship Christ the best when ev'ry day is full of praise, that He endured each test, and draws us by His pull. The days without the season's joy are not without great bliss. In quiet moments we enjoy the Saving Lord in this. by Jay O’Toole on December 19th, 2023   |
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