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) |
Santa in his chair a-snoozing dreams of sugar plums a-dancing. Amid this life of his own choosing, he smiles of Joy he's been advancing. The night of wonder fully o'er stocked with hope to greet the day. What blissful job could want he more? What youthful heart could know more play? Unbounded peace wraps as a quilt his jelly bowlful's massive girth. A picture of Christ's future built in miniature of lasting worth. Some say he works but once a year. Yet, daily he behind the scenes is working for his Master dear to help the world by every means. In bitterest cold, he warms the heart. Unseen he works to help us feel, that love is worthy, the greatest part. Imagined he points to the real. "Dear Santa, take your peaceful rest. Your settled mind, a gift of grace, from God and us for you are blest. Forever you've with us a place." "Dear Lord, we ask that we might be good helpers for this servant great. From cares of life we'd daily free the souls, who share our earthly state." by Jay O'Toole on December 26th, 2019 |