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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) |
The balrog and the jabberwock explored their checkered past. Who'd crown the most 'fore time could tock. The pieces down to cast. In haunted forest, light not much, where ghosts were not at all, these fiendish foes, whose breath could touch were sneezing a fireball. "Let's light the night, and sneeze some faces in the wooden bark," said Wocky without common graces with a lot of snark. "Thy breath is foul. I humbly trow," the Balrog quoth anon. "The traveler near would faint, I know, before thee shouts, 'Begone.'" "Of roses would my worthy breath smell sweet compared to thou, but there is one more drenched in death. Great Smaug 'fore him we bow." "Thou speakest truth. His wretched mouth still reeks of many days when never brush touch teeth gone south, and none could guess decays." "Let's set 'em up, and play, again," the Wocky chortled loud. "The winner gets to then play him, to go before him, bowed." "I forfeit, then, O, Worthy Wock. I seek no audience 'fore he, whose words all tend to mock with breath, that's all too obvious." "O, nay, Balrog, I need the chance to lose it, fair and square. I can't approach the one, whose glance doth torment, like his stare." "So, rock-paper-scissors to see who goes?" "Of course, but do we need to go before the one, who shows his home is full of greed?" "What would, ye, then, O, Jabberwock? To go us home, and sup, avoid his wrath, to eat and talk, to while the daylight up?" "O, yes. That's it. I like it true. He is the fiendish best. I'd save our lives, and friendship, too, avoiding that great test." The jabberwock and balrog went about their nasty lives, without a moment awful spent 'fore Smaug, and hopeful thrived. There's something to be said, I guess, for those, who know their place. "'Tis better to still live your mess than die a charred disgrace." by Jay O’Toole on March 28th, 2022 |