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) |
From priest to priest, they made Him go, and then to Pilate's hall. They judged The One, Who could no sin know, and then the crowd they'd call. When Pilate had Him scourged and mocked of platted thorns and robe, their words were awful, just to shock. "I find no fault," he probed. Then Jesus stood before the people's rage. Pilate said, "Behold the man!" The Lord of Glory on the stage, so cursed by the devil's plan. The cries of "Crucify him!" loud, bequeathed by insane hearts were spoke by those so mindless, proud, before some hope could start. Their accusation, "Son of God" made Pilate more afraid. In the hall was Jesus judged, not awed, where Pilate's words were not obeyed. "You will not speak? I've power to free." "You have no power at all, except from Above it's given to thee. The greater sin's my captor's call." They blackmailed Pilate, condemned the Lord. Yet, someone, he could free. "Release the thief, to the cross with the Word, and Caesar, he's for me!" Jesus was then led away to hang upon the tree. The One, Who suffered for a day, exchanged, that I'd be free. Then Pilate had the final word with many lofty Jews. "The King of the Jews" was read and heard, but they liked not paying these dues. "Just put, 'He claimed to be the king,' for the king, he's really not." "What I've written, that I now will sing, for I've writ, and I change not." by Jay OโToole on April 6th, 2023 |