We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
βThere 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. . . .β β Charles Spurgeon βOur anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.β β C. H. Spurgeon βHope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.β β Charles Haddon Spurgeon βIf 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.β β Charles Spurgeon βA Bible thatβs falling apart usually belongs to someone who isnβt.β β Charles Spurgeon βVisit many good books, but live in the Bible.β β Charles Spurgeon βWhen your will is God's will, you will have your will.β β Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) |
The quiet times of late-day bliss when the sun is lesser seen. The fan blades cut the heat of this to temperatures between. To set the kettle on for tea, it makes the greatest sense for the evening's moments, then we see to make the nerves less tense. The Day of Gentiles sets anon, and soon The Rapture comes. The Hope of Glory lies beyond these earthly, daily sums. A sip of tea as night-cloth falls, a moment's thought of Home, Our Supper Time when Jesus calls will start the future tome. In a body weakened by the heat as the days of age now creep, we find new hope, that shan't retreat in great Truth, that flows so deep. The days of eve, all levels known, as God's great Plan unfolds, the days of life have wondrous grown, His blissful Future holds. This late-day bliss, it morphs into the glories of The Day. When the comfort of the tea is through "forever blest" will stay. by Jay OβToole on July 16th, 2024 |