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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)    |
He came to Earth at Christmas time, the gentle baby so sublime to live the perfect life for me to save my soul eternally. All Christmas lights bespeak the One, who is all brighter than the sun. The red and yellow, orange, blue are wrapped in His white core all through. What Christmas music makes the heart is blest, encouraged from the start! What hopeful tunes to point the way to Jesus' Home in Heaven's Day! What things He borrowed when at first He lived this life and died in thirst! The borrowed manger for His bed. The borrowed cross where He once bled. The borrowed tomb to lie in state. The borrowed rock at the borrowed gate. But when He rose, let's shout it loud, "He stepped from out the nearest crowd!" For when He left the tomb's repose no borrowed thing He needs of those. The truly new is His great life. This God-Man, Who awaits His wife. The first-fruits from the ones now dead is Christ, Who through new life has led. No man compares to God's Own Son, Creator, Savior, Holy One. He made the wood on which he died. He made the ones, who whips applied. He made the water for which He rasped. He drank His Father's Cup when passed. Christ came at Christmas time 'tis true, but wrapped His Gift in a way quite new. This present was not 'neath the tree, but on the tree to eyes, that see. He came unto a tomb of hay. His first sounds were the low and bray. His first breaths filled with stench, all kinds as afterbirth and horse and swine. Upon the cross this Baby laid, 'mid eaten hay, saliva sprayed. He left His stable Home on High unto the stable, there to lie. He walked the perfect life on Earth to be the Lamb, Who bought new birth. Good deeds He did. Good words He spoke, but on the cross Death's yoke He broke. He was the Christmas Present wrapped to free His loved ones longtime trapped. The wrapping paper swaddled, bound, until so neatly laid and found. Two times 'tween Heaven and Earth was raised this Savior, Who deserves our praise. Two times the tomb, He was carried in to live for man, remove his sin. This bookend life of roughhewn caves lived Jesus Christ, the Lord, Who saves. For Easter could not ever be without the Christmas birth, you see, but without Easter, Christmas gifts would have no flavor, hearts to lift. We celebrate at Christmas time, the One, Who trudged up Calvary's climb. The Christmas Gift He gave to us is Hope, that lives, and faith to trust. The swaddled Baby Christmas laid became the corpse of sin-debt lade. The maiden was the first to wrap The Gift once lying on her lap, but when He laid the wrappings by, He walked out free no more to die. Best gift of our blest Christmas Day was opened near the month of May for Christ was wrapped and wrapped, again, but unwrapped Victor over sin. by Jay O'Toole on November 5th, 2019 |
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