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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)    |
The preacher writes his book anew to show all souls a message through the lives of those, who lived or not. In fiction show the truths we're taught. New worlds to reach through Christ, the Lord, depending on His Holy Word. But first we reach the fam'ly hearts, before the other service starts. We serve Him when we serve at home a-drawing them the Lord to come. We're keepers in this fam'ly first by "salting" hearts to create thirst. To win the world, yet lose the ones He's given me, these daughters, sons, would be a tragedy most blind, unraveling the fam'ly twined. So, daily we reach families, All, by urging them on Christ to call. "Salvation through the whelming flood. Salvation through his precious blood." We sing these hymns to keep us strong. We're lifted through these Bible songs. We need the preaching of the Truth. We need to know Him from our youth. Each family is precious, rare, and for their hearts we daily care. We keep them for Eternity. What wondrous treasure given me! by Jay O'Toole on October 31st, 2020 |
Wading through a muddy bog, to find a sure foot stand. Often I must slowly slog, quite hindered in my plan. It seems as though the world is full of dirt and watered truth. We take a stand against the pull the wrong way from our youth. A sodden perch of grimy grass relieves some muscle pain, but afterward what way to pass amid the building rain? Oh, Maker of the world, that spins and keeps its course to You. Please, keep us faithful through Your win, to make our world anew. by Jay O'Toole on October 30th, 2020 |
The runner's pace in rain is now quite slow as light is dancing off the sidewalk's sheen. Cars splosh along the street so newly clean. All trees of sopping boughs are bowing low. Bright colored lights around the city grow from green to yellow, then to red and green. The cricket's song at night as bird's do preen lifts hearts with hopeful light to rest and glow. by Jay O'Toole on October 29th, 2020 |
We worry not for evil folks, who come. The Lord's own justice follows wicked ones. A lost man's power is part, not full the sum, but punishment is theirs when days are done. Just trust the Lord, do good. You'll live and eat. Keep focus on this One, Who means you good. Forever shine you bright and peace you meet. The meek will have the Earth and daily food. We rest. The Lord has future quite secure for those, who know His loving daily care. The blest inherit Earth, alway endure. The foes are stopped and left to only stare. The wise and righteous man has food enough. The Lord protects him through all times, made tough. by Jay O'Toole on October 28th, 2020 |
The wrestling heart is like a rose, great beauty without strife, but crushed among a pile of those sweet smells then come to life. The wrestling heart may try to rest, but in the perfumer's care the way is strait until it's blest. The aroma fills the air. The wrestling heart's own wish is peace, but God's desire is trust. Your safety comes through full release. The Plan of God is just. The wrestling heart can hope in this, that Christ will put all right the earthly tossing souls in Bliss will know a future bright. by Jay O'Toole on October 27th, 2020 |
To write a book in thirty days is such a novel thought. A rough draft of our thoughts displays what one day may be bought. Protagonist and foe alike are made up in the mind. These faux friends walk or they may bike, and sometimes they are kind. Though worlds away or near at hand environment creates the action, that we choose to plan or new ways out the gates. What twists and turns will live we there? What peaceful days at rest? When finally in hope we care, will everyone be blessed? by Jay O'Toole on October 26th, 2020 |
The future seems great stormy tossing waves, that few survive with restful hope intact, but bind your doubts as awful sniv'ling slaves. Then rest in hope with Christ your greatest fact. The present seems uncertain as a day, for those against us seem a mighty horde, the foe must bow before Him and obey the Rest, the Hope, the Worthy, Mighty Lord. The host on horses all the city round can make the hearts of servants soon to fear, but angels of the Lord will quick confound for eyes, that newly see His Purpose clear. Oh, rest in hope, beleaguered saints of God. Salvation from His hands will leave you awed. by Jay O'Toole on October 24th, 2020 |
Perspectives cause us cautious seeing. Forever we are living, being. From future, past He's daily freeing. The ever-living God is speaking. Loved human hearts He's always seeking. Rejecting souls forever reeking. Salvation's Gift is for us waiting. The virgin's oil needs highest rating. The Bridegroom comes. We're sober stating. by Jay O'Toole on October 23rd, 2020 |
A meal will come three times a day with choices. A leader leads three years among the voices. A meal unliked is changed within mere minutes. Some leaders make opponents quickly grimace. Your steak will satisfy the tummy's yearning. Great leaders bless the money you are earning. Raw eggs are rotten when in water floating. Corrupt ones know not voters after voting. "Our Constitution's made for faithful folk. Religion guides the ones, who know the way. It cannot curb the rebel's awful heart." In hopelessness, our voting's quite a joke to those who'd lead and make us them obey. Return us, God, to leaders from our start! --------------------------------------------- "Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other." (President John Adams) by Jay O'Toole on October 22nd, 2020 |
The candle burns to light the room. Just one can chase the darkest night. The blackness fills the awful tomb, but Christ explodes in awesome light. The stony heart is cold as death, (Ezekiel 36:26-27) but Christ removes it, leaves the flesh. The broken core receives His Breath. This life is new and ever fresh. My'dentity is Christ in love. I am the one He says I am. My life on Earth is from Above. I live in Joy through His great Plan. The winds of change will candles snuff. Timidity will cower quick, but wildfire through the tow's enough to rout the land and make us sick. Be 'ware the fire, that burns in thee. the Holy Spirit tenders flax, (Matthew 12:20) but Judgment Calls the world will see are from the man, who knows he lacks. On fire, God's Spirit burns thy dross that thus consum-ed lives be sought. The worthless be thine only loss, that gold be given quite unbought. On fire of God lost souls be saved, Rejoicing's Crown, the preacher's heart. Believing ones no more enslaved are free to love Christ from the start. by Jay O'Toole on October 21st, 2020 |
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