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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 (Philippians 2:13, KJV) https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon    |
God became the Man, Who's God. The Child once born in a stable bed, was shown The Man, Who died and rose. All Time was changed by timeless God-Man. Eternity is ruled by His Lone Word. Redemption saves believers, now. by Jay O’Toole on March 31st, 2023  |
evidence is weighed final choice must then be done doubts must be dispatched exercise the faith believing all the Lord does standing on the Truth weigh the mental voice stay with what you know is right believing the Lord childlike faith is best knowing God will never change focus on His Face believing the One, Whose trust is worthy, and will not fail by Jay O’Toole on March 30th, 2023 |
The wind, unseen by human eyes, it blows upon the hoary head. To dwell within the earthly skies, it stands a ghost and runs when led. The wind, its gentle face caresse, doth comfort heart and spirit twain, but in its violence of duress all men's creations are as vain. The wind, a symbol of the heart, will bless the world when all is good, but when its changes come to start the suddenness of bad is rude. The wind must be by God contained for life to venture past today. The heart must be by God full reigned for Hope to live beyond dismay. The wind and heart encouragement now when given voice to show their strength, but lost the day when bad makes bow a life beyond its given brink. Some day the Master of the wind will say thee, "Peace!" and "Stop!" "Enough!" for blowing causes reeds to bend, and hearts to bow when words are rough. Yet, He by words can all create, and He by words can be Heart's balm for He is ne'er too soon, nor late to speak, "SHALOM!" and greatest calm. by Jay O’Toole on March 29th, 2023 |
The Great I Am from Time Unknown created all we see, and all we cannot see alone is more than the mind can free. When Man was placed upon the Earth obeyed he God awhile, but then he broke the best to birth a lasting Sin, so vile. God had The Plan to save these souls before they breathed their first. First Sin had not destroyed His goals. His blessing wins o'er the Curse. The Son of God would leave His Home becoming the Son of Man. The atmosphere of this lone dome is the cathedral for His Plan. The virgin's womb became the door to birth the Door to God. The rocky must of the manger's floor was the start to fix all flawed. The silent years of the Everlasting Word saw Perfection live like us, that when His thoughts were finally heard His Truth would stand as thus. He called twelve men to teach The Way. He angered the teachers of men. With miracles on full display, He sparked the demise of Sin. "He's not of God. He breaks the Law. He must be silenced fast." They broke the Law with each lying flaw to keep enthroned the Past. Accusers' words they fully heard, but slapped the Face of Truth. They crucified The Living Word, most perfect from His youth. They swaddled Jesus, now in death, and laid Him in a cave, but on day three The Living Breath was risen from the grave. His earthbound friends were mystified, "Could He yet live, again?" They touched the flesh of their great Guide, now Victor over Sin. "I am The Way, The Truth, The Life. There is no other way to come to God. All paths are strife apart from Me, I say." The naked heart will stand before the God of piercing gaze, but those now clothed by He, Who bore their sin will know just praise. Please, come to Him with all you are. Receive all that He bought. Salvation is not very far. He gives it. It's not caught. by Jay O’Toole on March 28th, 2023 |
The Tree is where the gifts are placed, below or even on. The Package of Eternal Grace is One blest slabbed-placed Son. The third morn He arose, unwrapped the shroud of blood-stained cloths to bless some humans, always trapped in Sin's ungainly swath. Unwrapping gifts on Christmas Day is what we humans do. Unwrapping Grace is Christ's display. His last words were, "It is through." by Jay O’Toole on March 27th, 2023 |
tiny fingers grow reddish tones, that make it great protect it from foes by Jay O’Toole on March 24th, 2023 |
The Son of Ever's Lord left Home of Blessed horde to stabilize the Earth through His blest stable birth. He died and rose again in the spring to master Sin. With two young Jewish souls, He lived to make us whole. Obedient this Son, His perfect life has won. The God, Who came to men in the spring to master Sin. His Christmas Birth was close to death's most awful throes. His Resurrection joys are greater than all toys. The Victor o'er all gins in the spring to master Sin. Returned He to His Home, that we no more need roam. These holidays are great because He came of late. The Victory to win in the spring to master Sin. by Jay O’Toole on March 23rd, 2023 |
This spring of water, living new, is full of truth and grace. He has great hope to give to you. Now, look upon His Face. These days we see, that flora grows is really just a touch of what we'll see when the heart fully knows His Blessings ever much. He once was born in one year's spring. He died and rose, again, some decades later, that spring would sing with the Savior's Gift for men. "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel," Who "Up From the Grave Arose." Let's live each day the world to tell new life have those he chose. by Jay O’Toole on March 22nd, 2023 |
The man you were, the man I am, the legacy we want to leave. It's harder now to daily stand because you're gone, and now I grieve. 'Tis 21, the years this March, that I have walked this trail alone without my father's loving arch, whose words could bless the ways I've grown. I pray I honor him each day by living a life that's full of Grace. I pray I'll finally hear him say, "I'm proud of you. You've kept your place." The tears we cry are known in Heaven. The pain we feel within His Wings is cherished by He, Who Side so riven, can help us, Whose compassion sings. "Dear Dad, I miss you, but I'm proud of who you've lived your life to be, a man, who served the Lord, and plowed, for one day with Him, you I'll see." by Jay O’Toole on March 21st, 2023 |
The birth of Jesus in the barest cave was needed when the temperatures were mild. His victory was won o'er dankest grave by He, Who had been manger's little child. Methinks the days were very close toge'er for He, Who always knows the rightest time. He paid my cost, that I in deepest care could find relief in His Great Gift sublime. Up from the grave, He surely rose to stand before His Father, living ev'ry Word. The things alike make up the picture grand. The Truth forever spoken to be heard. The bookends of His Life were these two caves, that sons be made of ev'ryone He saves. by Jay O’Toole on March 20th, 2023 |
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So beautifully written.