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“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) |
Full of noise, the world it spins. Will the silence ever win? Hopeful hearts contend with noise. Thicker, thicker cloth employs. Youthful heart remembers when “waiting turns” was the rule back then. Now, the tongues of men all speak as Silence looks for a place to seek. Noise about, and noise of heart Noise increases from the start. Noise it etches on the ears. Noise creates the worst of fears. Peace, that’s found within the noise is blest by One each child enjoys. Peace of heart ‘mid noisy waves is the Gift of Christ o’er what enslaves. Noisy noise, arrested rest is anything but truly blest. A piece of peace, a whole of the same Is strong in itself, and ne’er lays blame. The noise demands. It must be heard. It has its plans with others blurred. The peace has grace. It waits unspoke. It has its place. It is no joke. Both Noise and Peace are cut from cloth With strength of days, with neither sloth. But Noise must work to yet remain, While Peace will stand as free of pain. Peace exists in lasting form as silent strength without alarm. Peace will end these noisy days as the peaceful heart in worship prays. by Jay O'Toole on January 11th, 2021 |