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We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
“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 the day seems gray and still without a purpose known, When the hours are hard to fill with aught, yet but a groan, When challenges start piling on without a hope of change, When turn-arounds don't come anon, and heart can't rearrange. When the body lumbers heavily forth as the fat on the torso piles, When all hopes of seeing future worth is lost in staring whiles, How do we find the way back home to better days of yore? When will we be invited, "Come," by Love, that doth implore? When "all is lost" doth seem my lot, when better days seem o'er, how do we see the best we've got, remembering "before"? Remember what He's always done. Remember His great care. Remember Christ, His Only Son. Remember Hope to dare. Remember that all trials known do purify from dross. Remember Lordly final groan, redeeming ev'ry loss. Remember that He comes again. Remember the lasting Day. Remember Restoration's win. Remember The Truth to obey. by Jay O’Toole on March 23rd, 2022 |