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) |
To live the days of life as full would be my heart's desire. Released from this world's gravity pull to soar in spirit high'r. The ones, who birthed me long ago, have parted to their reward. Their pat-on-the-back would let me know they're pleased with me as bard. 'Twas in my youth I learned to play the piano quite a bit, but now the waning need today oft tempts me just to quit. I sang a man of tenor tone in high school, college, both, but styles of music, that alone hath left me by its growth. The poet's pen hath been companion most of my long years. 'Twill be my friend when facing canyon of my last dark fears. This teacher in me tries to find some hope, that through my words enlightened students, no more blind will fly in mind as birds. To sit and write from day to day seems meager at its best, but when we see at last we'll say, "Our lives are truly blest." Our dearly departed do they see the days we're living now? Will Mom and Dad be proud of me? They are proud now I trow. by Jay O'Toole on July 17th, 2020 |