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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
(Philippians 2:13, KJV)


https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon

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November 30, 2020 at 2:53pm
November 30, 2020 at 2:53pm
#999403
The little Baby Jesus is the living, conquering Lord.
The little Baby Jesus saves His people with His might.
Before the little baby could speak, He was already the Word everlasting.
Before the little baby could make anything with wood, He was already the Lamb sacrificed on the wood.

The little Baby Jesus was born of a virgin on one of the Holiest Pair of days in human HIStory.
The little Baby Jesus was the Son of the greatest king of the nation, Israel, whose name is David.
Before the little baby could change Himself, He had already changed the world, forever.
Before the little baby could walk out of His house alone, He was already the One, Who would walk out of the tomb.

The little Baby Jesus slept on a pillow of itchy, scratchy hay after His birth in a stable in Bethlehem.
The little Baby Jesus was once again laid to rest in a cave after the Man He became was killed on a cross.
Before the little baby had one coin to His Name, He was already the Wealth of the World and the Owner of the Universe.
Before the little baby could know clean air outside the stable, He was already the sweetness of Heaven's aroma.

The little Baby Jesus left the pristine glories of Salem's blissful peace to enter an animals' bed, breakfast & latrine.
The little Baby Jesus was not welcomed into a human room, but animals welcomed Him into their humble abode.
Before the little baby could wield the tools of the carpenter's trade, He slept in the product of those tools.
Before the little baby could make a table for a meal, He was already the bread and the wine for that table.

The little Baby Jesus is Eternity's greatest Man, Who is also God.
The little Baby Jesus is the greatest extant Honor of Eternity, but He died as HIStory's greatest shame.
Before the little baby could speak the word, "death," He stood risen from the dead in the HIStory of Eternity.
Before the little baby could bring water to a lamb, He was the Lamb, Who could slate a believer's thirst from sin.

Word Count: 363
Line Count: 20
The Verse Used: Luke 2:11, KJV

The Prompt: "His (Jesus') birth, highlight what His birth means to you."

"For unto you is born this day
in the city of David a Saviour,
which is Christ the Lord.
"
(Luke 2:11)


by Jay O'Toole
on November 30th, 2020


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November 27, 2020 at 4:55pm
November 27, 2020 at 4:55pm
#999229
Little baby, conquering Lord,
Mighty He to save.
Not yet speaking, lasting Word,
Victor o'er the grave.

Born He is this very day.
David's shining Son.
Wonders in each truth to say.
Saving has been done.

Straw His pillow in His birth.
Slab His bed in death.
Never sons attained His worth,
giving Man his breath.

Little baby smelled the stench
of Man's unwelcome bed.
Product of a workman's bench
a trough to lay His head.

Little baby now a Man
died on man-made cross.
Rose, ascended by God's Plan
redeeming us from loss.

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"For unto you is born this day
in the city of David a Saviour,
which is Christ the Lord.
"
(Luke 2:11)


by Jay O'Toole
on November 27th, 2020


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November 25, 2020 at 12:43am
November 25, 2020 at 12:43am
#999077
Sing "Happy Birthday" to my wife!
What Joy abounds through all my days!
My hopeful heart and wondrous life
regard this one my smile displays.

My wife in beauty always grows.
Her youthfulness defies the years.
The world can't see what my heart knows.
That teen, I met, each day appears.

Sing "Happy Birthday" with the voice.
Proclaim this bliss throughout the land.
The best for me is my lone choice.
This lady with her lifelong man.

So glad am I my wife was born,
surviving struggle to the light.
Umbilical the neck had worn.
No oxygen, her birthing plight.

Sing "Happy Birthday." Praise the Lord,
who one day brought her to my arms.
We worship weekly in His Word,
His great defense from all alarms.

My gifted lass with artful skill
creates a painting, darns some pants.
She lifts my life with joy to fill,
and favors me each day she grants.

Sing "Happy Birthday" to my wife!
What Joy abounds through all my days!
My hopeful heart and wondrous life
are better through each word she says.


by Jay O'Toole
on November 25th, 2020


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