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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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 nights are dark, which end the year. We need but the smallest light. One hopeful candle chases fear. One soul just acting right. So many voices hurt my ears. Such din when needing peace. The crickets cease when danger nears. Will stillness give release? When one lone candle shines its light the darkness is not whole. The flame, it flickers against the night. The holding back, its goal. The darkness blows to put it out. The light seems meager at best, but the Light of the world is ne'er in doubt when facing even this test. The Light of life will speak at last. The darkness then will bow. No shadows e'er will then be cast in the Day of lasting Now. by Jay O'Toole on December 11th, 2020 |
Children throw their snowballs round. Cardinals at play. Eating snowflakes all abound, tomorrow and today. Christmas trees with festive lights. Baked goods every hour. Joyful car rides all the nights. Smiles replace the dour. Carolers sing to lift the dark. Choo-choos round the tree. Doggies chase them and they bark, "You're not approved by me!" Eggnog causes Grandpa's nap amid the sights and sounds. Papa sips his chocolate frappe as pecan pie he downs. Charlie Brown is shamed, again, until he saves the day with Linus, his lone constant friend, or awful his dismay. With the Joneses, I can ne'er keep up, but the airport is quite pleased. The runway has a fair backup as the power bill is eased. This year the holidays have forces joined. We're thankful and o'er-joyed. With parties masked, 'tis quite purloined from the night when the holiday is void. The safest way to see the town is in a hamster ball. We visit houses, knocking down the decorations all. by Jay O'Toole on December 10th, 2020 |
These earthly days are full of change with selfishness galore. At Christmas time we rearrange, and place Mankind before. It is for this if n'other cause my heart lives home right here. These Christmas days give me the pause I need, my thoughts to clear. I wonder much if the Heavenly Home will live at Christmas e'er, or if another peaceful sum will be my Joy o'er there. Methinks, that Jesus Christ is all the Peace I'll ever need. Eternally in Joy we'll call to Him, Whose wounds will plead. Eternity is just One Day, and Christ is just One Lord. We'll know Him and forever stay in the Joy of His Great Word. by Jay O'Toole on December 9th, 2020 |
We shine the color lights when night has come. We joy to see the dancing colors glow. We think of life as one progressive sum. We see the wisdom of the Lord we know. Eternity will show this life we live is linear, but lasting all the same. The past we tried so hard the slip to give was with us then and now in praise or blame. For we're eternal souls, right from the start. All thoughts, all words, all gifts are with us now, but Blame is gone when He His Gift imparts. For Saving Grace in gratitude, we bow. The color lights are us throughout His Day. We're trophies of His Grace for his display. Romans 8:1, KJV, "There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit." by Jay O'Toole on December 8th, 2020 |
Days of winter come and go. Sunlit hours are few to know. Nights of marching darkness grow, while faithful hopes seem small. How dark the blips when daylight dawned! Attacking planes were many spawned. Dismay the country's greatest bond brought low by war cry's call. Pearl Harbor's fall the light arose. Great vigilance we newly chose. Our light we'd shine or become those, whose hope would quickly stall. December days of '20 greets the challenges of prayer or bleats of weakened souls, who never meet a triumph o'er the squall. The twinkling lights each night do bring the vict'ry o'er the dark we sing, and bringing praise to Christ, the King, we rest in His great Hall. by Jay O'Toole on December 7th, 2020 |
Silver orbs hang above my workspace. Twinkling lights keep the heart warm at night. Garland joy over desk of my dreams. ---------------------- Making things for my friends lightens life. Threads are sized for the gift I will make. Wonders wait through the year past Noël. ------------------------- Carols sing, Joyful peace, Christmas show. Light the nights. Hang the green. Ring the bells. Christmas through all the year deck the hearts. by Jay O'Toole on December 5th, 2020 |
The harmony of Christmas choirs infuses ev'ry heart with the loving Christ of our desires in Whom each life can start. Salvation comes in Christ Alone, Who changes sinful souls into His Place, a lasting Throne, that newly He controls. The annual service in our town, which features many choirs has been by sickness run aground to silence sleepy shire. But at the core each glory voice will sing for Christ the more. The human spirit with its choice will lift the Way, the Door. The silent choir will sing, again upon the streets of gold, and in the homes of hopeful men. His story will be told. The Christmas choirs will sing anew when fearful mouths are shut. The harmonies, that ring so true are stronger than they're not. Each Christmas choir with boldest sound in testimony rare proclaims the Christ, Who lost ones found to draw into His care. by Jay O'Toole on December 4th, 2020 |
The shortest day ends the anticipation of everlasting life. by Jay O'Toole on December 3rd, 2020 |
These Christmas days are building quick, and fading soon, they're gone. We warm our hearts with old Saint Nick, our tongues to hot cups drawn. The songs of Christ born on this day do cheer our hearts with joy. So "Merry Christmas" oft we'll say. His Gift without alloy. These trees mark Crucifixion's tool. 'Twas in a cave His birth. He rose as Victor o'er Sin's rule from grave to lasting Worth. All twinkling lights show forth their truth, "The Light of Life has come." Though dark His days of earthly youth, He is of Light the Sum. The many breads of Christmas baked, aroma floods the house. The Bread of God our sin He taked to make of us His spouse. by Jay O'Toole on December 2nd, 2020 |
The cold has come to rest December first. It nips at roots of plants and toes of man. We exercise, forgetting of our thirst, but drink we must our water by a plan. The decoration lights do warm our hearts. Hot choc'late makes the tummy laugh and smile. 'Tis Christmas with its wondrous wholes and parts keeps lives so merry, times away we while. A homeless man may find some sheltered place, preventing rain, and keeping winds at bay, but fending cold's a daily shame, disgrace for those, who have no Earthly home to stay. "I ask Thee, Lord, to keep these neighbors warm. Protect them all through winter's daily harm." by Jay O'Toole on December 1st, 2020 |
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