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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)


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December 21, 2022 at 11:16pm
December 21, 2022 at 11:16pm
#1042012
Blessed notes of every stripe,
up and down the board,
glissandos as fingers swipe
these waves to praise the Lord.

Measured notes of whole and half
with sixteenth runs as well,
a swaying bridge is now the staff,
that makes each heart to swell.

The Wexford Carol is the first,
that I must play when practicing.
Messiah born for souls, who thirst
removes the need for balancing.

The other gift of Christmas tune
is "Still, Still, Still," its peace imparts.
Messiah's coming now so soon
removes great conflict from the start.

To sing and play of He, Whose Birth
began the restoration Plan
is Joy of heart beyond all mirth
in Grace fore'er The Savior can.


by Jay O’Toole
on December 21st, 2022


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December 20, 2022 at 9:31pm
December 20, 2022 at 9:31pm
#1041984
Warming glow 'mid quiet sounds
to keep the blustery chill at bay.
Evening thoughts of the day abound,
nothing need we do or say.

Soft white lights to warm the heart,
blessings in each wordless gift,
peaceful moments find their start
each soul on the coldest night to lift.

Christmas Joy wrapped in the whitest rays
of lights to keep our hope's own rest.
Blessed nights, that follow days
of busy jobs, that often test.


by Jay O’Toole
on December 20th, 2022


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December 19, 2022 at 12:55pm
December 19, 2022 at 12:55pm
#1041934
The temperatures are newly cold
with Christmas almost here.
The wrapping paper's neatest folds
show gifts so wondrously clear.

"Please, help me, Lord, to keep these days
of Christmas in my heart.
How swiftly they run with light displays
to the end from whence they start.

"Your great Son's Birth is why we joy.
December's full of light.
Please, make it last more than a toy,
and fill us with hope so bright.

"Please, give us Christmas joy all through
the year, until the days
of lights and decorations new,
with love and kindness obeyed.

"Eternal life when this one's done,
so blest by sights and sounds.
Please, gift our loved ones by Your Son,
that ever Hope abounds.

"The Greatest Gift, that sunny morn
was Jesus living new.
Salvation's Bliss from death was torn.
The work of Life was through.

"Please, send Your Invitation's Call (John 6:44)
to those we know and love,
and to the rest, whose 'life' is pall,
the canceled debt remove.

"'Amen,' we cheer. God's Christ has come.
We pray in Jesus' Name.
The new year's Hope be His dear Sum
to rest, no more in shame."


by Jay O’Toole
on December 19th, 2022


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December 16, 2022 at 7:30pm
December 16, 2022 at 7:30pm
#1041861
red and shiny nose
flies in front for all to see
darkish night is cleared


by Jay O’Toole
on December 16th, 2022


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December 15, 2022 at 2:07pm
December 15, 2022 at 2:07pm
#1041819
'Tis ten more days 'til Christmastide
when Santa brings what young ones spied,
and Hope's eternal, none denied,
but frenzied shopping ends.

'Tis ten more days 'til Christmas bliss
when childlike joy makes parents kiss,
and days of peace begin with this,
the heart of someone mends.

'Tis ten more days 'til Christmas comes
when parents add the checkbook sums.
The calendar, again, becomes
its beat of "mostly same."

'Tis ten more days 'til Christmas Joy
for man and woman, girl and boy,
whose hopes are tied, not to a toy,
but to the One, Who came.

'Tis ten more days 'til Christmas lights
make dancing eyes and wondrous sights
find rest within this night of nights
for Mary's Gift was wrapped.

'Tis ten more days 'til Christmas hay
reminds each heart, He came to stay
to save us from this death-filled Day
to free the ones so trapped.

'Tis ten more days 'til Christmas' Son
this Life forever by Him won
Salvation in blest hearts, now won
is seen so hopeful, new.

'Tis ten more days 'til Christmastide.
A Baby's Birth and Savior's Side
defends us from our human pride.
He came to save us, too.


by Jay O’Toole
on December 15th, 2022


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December 14, 2022 at 11:26pm
December 14, 2022 at 11:26pm
#1041800
Christmas day will soon be here.
We really should be sweet.
The poem tells us, "not a tear,
or you will miss a treat.
"

When Rudolph led the big man's sleigh,
the sky was murky dark.
He bested all the games they play.
'Twas no need then to park.

The broken toys of Misfit Land
found truest homes that night.
Their future lives were wondrous, grand
when children made things right.

So, "Ho, ho, ho, and merry all
your Christmases must be,
"
as Santa sits so big and tall
in his sleigh for all to see.


by Jay O’Toole
on December 14th, 2022


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December 13, 2022 at 7:57pm
December 13, 2022 at 7:57pm
#1041768
Betimes this life will change it's pace,
and throw a little curve.
Those times it's best to lean on Grace,
not what we think's deserved.

The whispered peace, that Christmas brings
was seen when Jesus came.
The crickets chirp. A robin sings,
"He's evermore the same."

The star, that lit that sky-high tree
bent magi to their knees.
The light of God on Calvary
bore sin in death to free.

The Christmas Babe rose from the grave
as Lord forevermore.
This whispered hope, that "Jesus saves"
has settled Death's dread score.

Christ rose, again, and Death can't speak.
He took our place as One so meek.
Each day He whispers to some heart,
"My Gift for you makes new life start."

The Christmas Peace in whispered tones,
proclaims He died for thee alone.
Arising for His third day's win.
New life He lives. He paid for sin.

Our whispered peace this Christmastide
began when blood flowed from His side
to give us life forevermore,
and lasting riches from His store.

Each Christmas as a whispered peace
we're blest to see His Face.
His Joy in us will soon increase,
while resting in His Grace.


by Jay O’Toole
on December 13th, 2022


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December 12, 2022 at 4:42pm
December 12, 2022 at 4:42pm
#1041722
When Christmas seems so small these days,
I sit and search the yard
to find some meaningful displays
to help this aging bard.

"Up in the treetops squirrels climb,
running from these cats of mine.
Down to the backyard, running fast,
hoping escape will help them last.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Who wouldn't go?
Ho! Ho! Ho! With them, I know,
up in the treetops squirrels climb,
dancing up there, and wasting time."

Some nightly lights fill with the sun
to make them burn and glow.
The darkness has not truly won
through Hope in Christ to know.

The greenhouse shelters tender plants,
protecting from the cold,
that when the spring brings thaw and grants,
they'll sit outside so bold.

I've planted shrubs, that need some lights,
but so far from the house,
I need that cords be dug by might
to protect from rains, that douse.

The time seems so much thicker, now,
and Christmas seems so small,
those playful days of childhood bow
to work, that seems so tall.

Will Christmas cards somehow be writ?
Will presents wrapped up be?
Will trappings of these days submit?
Will Christ, God's Son, we see?


by Jay O’Toole
on December 12th, 2022


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December 9, 2022 at 7:48pm
December 9, 2022 at 7:48pm
#1041633
Nights of parties, smiling faces,
nights of rest, enjoying bliss,
nights of peace, and hopeful graces,
Joy in lights, and gentle kiss.

Nights of sitting with some coffee,
nights communing with some tea,
nights of cups, and sweetest toffee,
tastefully to share with thee.

Nights are longer in December,
nights requiring manmade lights,
nights our eyes feast on each ember,
colors glow reds, and greens, and whites.

Nights lead up to Christmas morning.
Nights then shorten ev'ry day.
Nights are God's Own gentle warning,
"Look to Jesus, and obey."


by Jay O’Toole
on December 9th, 2022


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December 8, 2022 at 3:39pm
December 8, 2022 at 3:39pm
#1041575
The days of Christmas are so few.
They're here, and then they're gone.
What is the secret Christians knew
on that first morning's dawn?

The greatest Christmas present given
was One, Who bled and died
to make receivers new, forgiven,
His everlasting Bride.

This Secret Christmas has its tree
illumined from the top.
The Gift of Bethlehem, so free,
that death could never stop.

The Christmas carols sung within
the hearts of friends, that day.
His new redeemed, and lasting kin,
His Voice did aye obey.

Remembering that bless-ed day
we celebrate His birth.
His Father's Will He did obey,
and now we share His Worth.


by Jay O’Toole
on December 8th, 2022


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