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) |
brighter light exists gentle, quiet in this place hoped for days to come by Jay O’Toole on March 13th, 2024 |
The Blessed Hope of Christ's Return to whisk His Bride away is Joy for which she now doth yearn through ev'ry passing day. "When will He come to take me Home? When will the evil end? When will I rest, no more to roam? When say I, 'Bye' to sin?" Do wear, thee, garment for the Feast? Is decked thy robe all white? Is the oil lamp trimmed by even the least? Is the extra oil made right? When The Trumpet Call and the Shout is made, The Bride must ready be. Thy sins upon The Groom were laid. The Bride made ready He. The Blessed Hope is by His Hands. The Bride He chose by His Will. The Everlasting Day by His Plan He evermore fulfills. by Jay O’Toole on March 12th, 2024 |
coating land and sea tough the breaths for all that's made pretty are the blooms by Jay O’Toole on March 11th, 2024 |
The catching of The Bride away will come just like a thief. With lanterns trimmed, plus oil obey, while others shake in grief. The winds of change, tornado gale, seems nothing, that we do can stop the path, that's sure to fail, until this day is through. In just a moment some will fly as others wonder, "What?" Salvation comes, new birthing's cry as Bible readers' taught. The transformation comes by choice, The Choice of God, Who saves. (John 6:44) When saved by Him the souls rejoice, no more in spirit graves. (John 6:37) The Trumpet's sound, the cry, "Come Up!" the saints are whisked away. The Table's set with Him to sup, it starts the lasting Day. by Jay O’Toole on March 8th, 2024 |