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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 (Philippians 2:13, KJV) https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon    |
"Hosanna!" shouts the angel band. "His Robe has been restored. He lives in fullness by His Plan, He's Spirit, Soul, Body, LORD." Two angels in His musty grave announced, that He was gone. No Body left as sin's sad slave. No clouds upon this Dawn. The Gardener with Face now wry brings comfort to Mary's heart. "Are you looking for someone? Why do you cry?" His Joy, it bursts to start. "If you've taken Him somewhere, please let me know." Her heart breaks with love and respect. Just "Mary," He says. Her face in a glow, "Rabboni!" She'd never expect. Her mind in a spin. Her heart in a flutter. Her tongue knew not words, yet to speak. She wanted Him all. She was melting like butter. She fell and she grabbed for His feet. "Don't hang onto me, now. I have much left to do, but I'll be in your heart soon enough. Let me go to my Father in service of you. The Holy Spirit will show you our Love. "Now, go to the men, He's entrusted to me, and tell them, that I go before to meet them, again, in fair Galilee, then I'll ascend to my Father, for sure." She scampered, and trotted, and stumbled, no doubt, and quick as she could, found them glum. "The Lord is alive! I've seen Him about, and I know, you really should come!" "Now, go on your way, and get you some sleep. Delirious is what you now are! We've sadness to do. Psssst! Not one more peep. Come back when quite solemn you are." They were "Really?" of face. Peter thought it was meet, and then moved toward the grave, just to look. John then ran on ahead. He was fleet of his feet. He saw nothing. He thought, "They're mistook." In the days, that ensued, Jesus met with His friends, and the men He had taught these three years. On the way to Emmaus, He shared from the Truth, and showed them God's Word is so clear. The frightened ones huddled in one upper room were greatly in need of His touch. So, He walked through their wall as He did through the tomb. The Joy of their hearts was so much. "I know you're convinced what you saw was the Lord, but until I see side, hands, and feet, I'll just think you're quite daffed, and I'm growing bored, but your storytelling's really so neat." "So where is that little one, I need to see, who wants to know, if I am here?" Is roaring enough to validate me? Or would touching my wounds make it clear? "How blest you are now to see and believe, but more are they blest, who do not. In the future your words, they will see and receive what I've done to remove every spot. "For these other sheep are not of this fold, but they'll come, and then one we will be. The Good Shepherd am I. Sheep are knowing, not told for their hearts are translated and free. (John 10:14, 16, KJV) "So, Dear Reader, you see I have something for you, a Gift none of Earth can e'er buy, but if you will now take it, there's Life when I'm through, and we'll live in the Sweet By & By." by Jay O’Toole on April 4th, 2021 |
Perfume He spread where'er He went, and now in oil, He lay, perfuming out the death-stench bent of the grave, which must obey. The crickets still. The birds don't sing. The Earth this Sabbath weeps. The trees in shock host Whippoorwills, who stare, but do not sleep. The angels entrusted with His care are watching tenderly. Incredulous, they watch and stare. His bonds, they wish to free. His disciples rest but fidget sore. Now, hopeless, they've no peace. Three years they trusted, but no more. Their fears won't them release. This Sabbath there's a deathly still. Their workweek o'er, they wait. They pick at food, that tastes like swill. They finish not their plate. "We thought that He'd our Savior be. We thought our lives were new, but how can He now set us free when He Himself is through?" Can there be Hope when all seems lost? Can new days ever come? Will we know freedom past the cost? Is Jesus Victory's sum? by Jay O’Toole on April 3rd, 2021 |
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