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) |
Christmas comes but once a year to the beat of glad times living cheer to hold at bay the times of fear, that we too often know. The theme of Christmas is the day, that Christ, the Lord did come our way to save our souls from Sin's long fray, that blest new life may grow. Christmas Day's the finish line of wondrous season, joy sublime, then Life's again the normal kind of work, work, eat and sleep. Many months do pass the bridge of whys and hows. The obscure ridge, Horizon's face, it smiles a smidge 'fore darkness sinks in deep. To make this month great days of bliss the mass ignores for months, Christmas, for it's become a massive This of more to do, 'til done. "Where Are You, Christmas?" Modern song, that searches to correct the wrongs of misplaced values in the throng, 'til Truth has finally won. Eternity is over there, beyond the veil without a care for those, whose Present through a prayer, ever lives within. He came at Christmas time back then to live His Perfect Life o'er Sin, defeat the cross to victory win to ever Christmas know. by Jay O’Toole on December 13th, 2021 |