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) |
We give out hearts of many kinds to celebrate the day. Relationships are bles-sed finds so many humans say. But most of all we live this truth for love is what we need. Throughout our life and from our youth the heart does more than bleed. The heart may be a chocolate treat we give to our deepest love, and love may be the warmth we greet in sunlight from Above. The cherished love our parents marred at one forbidden tree was resurrected by Christ once scarred upon Mount Calvary. It was for love, He came a Child, and lived three decades, more. It was for love, He was reviled. Those beatings did implore. It was for love, He laid in state within a borrowed tomb. It was for love, He rose so great from Earth's cold, musty womb. It is for love He knocks the door of each cold, selfish heart, that given entrance he shows more than thoughts could ever start. We think of love in human terms upon Saint Valentines' Day, but do we know His Word confirms Christ's love is on display? His saving grace, His love, that woos all lost ones to believe is the calling to know, that we are Whose we are when Him receive. Th'eternal bride He builds each day by saving a chosen soul, then placing on the narrow way, forever, newly whole. His undying love fore'er expressed on the pages he has writ. A Valentine's card, so warm and blest to hearts with His so knit. Upon Saint Valentine's Day, we smile, that the greatest Lover lives in a Mansion, where we'll rest awhile, amazed at all He gives. But when we feast our eyes upon The One, who bears the wounds, The sacrificial, loving Son. Forsaking things, we'll change our tune, and weep at the Chosen One. The Ever Day, the lasting kiss, the Glory and embrace will show the truth of only this. It's Mercy and His Grace. by Jay O'Toole on February 9th, 2020 |