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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)    |
Frozen hearts are sad and dark, so full of self and covered bark. Destroyed within, receiving all. They give to no one's furtive call. Frozen hearts by coldest ice, condemn their lives by cut and slice. Warmth and wholeness made with friends are lost on those, who hardness tend. Somehow odd, a snowman warms the coldest hearts without alarms. Gentle, tender, loving ways, with smiles, he always loves and plays. Fin'lly sisters make amends. The coldest heart in gladness rends. Hopeful days inspiring life, they smooth the past, and cease the strife. Loving acts and hygge thoughts, they bless our days in lessons taught. Smitten hearts once made so cold revive by love in acts so bold. Death upon a cross so tough, His perfect love was quite enough. Melt the heart of coldest sin His resurrection life did win. Warmth of days forever bloom through One, Who laid in the garden tomb. Frozen hearts are made His own to ever reign on each human throne. Cold of death, and works, that cease by His dear work brought us increase. The sleep of death, His Sabbath rest, on Sunday rose Salvation Blest. by Jay O’Toole on July 14th, 2021 |
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