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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)    |
| "I know that my Redeemer lives..." Because He lives, I can live myself, not by the goodness, that I am or do, but only by His own Substitutionary Atonement. "...In the end, he will stand on the earth." He stands within my heart. Why should He not stand on the Earth as the Greatest of all? He made the Earth as well as the rest of Creation. Why should His greatness not be understood as He stands towering above all others, whom He created? "And after my skin has been destroyed,..." I must remember, that I am an eternal spirit housed in a temporal body. My flesh, (that is my physical body,) will die once, but then I will be given a new body (at some point on the Lord's calendar.) The new body will never die, again. The five senses will be eternally extant, I really, firmly believe. New Heaven,...eternally New Earth,...eternally New Body for every human,...eternally. The five senses, alone, cause me to urge every human to trust Christ, individually as personal Savior. Every joyful pleasure one Earth, no doubt, has a greater counterpart in Heaven. Every awful pain and irritation on Earth, no doubt, has a greater counterpart in Hell. You love to "stop and smell the roses during your life on Earth?" You will be able to smell something far more pleasant in Heaven. Imagine smelling the intoxicating perfume of the very breath of Jesus, the Savior, our everlasting Husband. On the other hand, you find septic tanks, feedlots, pulp mills, and even plough mud to be offensive to your nose, during one untenable moment on Earth? Imagine the foul stench of something worse than all of HIStory's septic tanks, feedlots, pulp mills and plough mud to be experienced every moment throughout all of Eternity. Those of us with the privilege of sight enjoy sunsets, views from the tops of mountains, endless beaches with cool breezes, paintings, a child's laughter, smiling faces, the inexpressible beauty of flowers and every other sort of created good thing. What beauty can we hope to behold at the hands of the very Creator Himself, during the Eternity spent in Heaven with Him! That beauty will be greater still! Can we imagine the sheer devastation of being instantly blinded beyond hope of ever being able to see, again? That is the devastation of Hell! Endless darkness. Never being able to see, again. The only images available to such miserable souls is their memory. Sad the memories of beauty never seen, again. Sad the memories of offers of eternal salvation never able to be received. Sad the memories of what could have been with a receptive heart. If only... If only,...eternally. If only,...why didn't I? We've considered the best and the worst of the smells we know. We've considered the best and the worst of the sights we know. Consider the best and the worst of the sounds we know, personally. Consider the best and the worst of the tastes of our lives. Consider the best and the worst of the touches we have each, personally, experienced. The best we can imagine will be in Heaven,...and infinitely better. The worst we can imagine will be in Hell,...and infinitely worse. Now, how much richer is the rest of this set of verses! "...Yet in my flesh, I will see God; I myself will see him with my own eyes—I, and not another." Salvation is a personal matter. As I have heard it expressed, "God has no grandchildren." Each person of HIStory deals with God Himself. There is an appointed time to meet God. No human has the power to cancel this appointment. Each human must give an account to God of the way he or she lived this life. This appointment does not need to create fear. The Gift of Salvation is FREE. Receive it today, and be eternally grateful. Put it off today,... Dismiss it today,... Reject it today,... ...and... Regret will be your eternal home. Regret will be the stench of your everlasting food. Regret will be your frenemy throughout Eternity. Don't believe in God? God believes in you. Refusal to believe simply rejects truth your heart already knows. Accept the Truth, and everything changes for the better. "How my heart yearns within me!" I yearn to see The Lord in His Glory! I yearn to be free from Earthly problems and troublesome pain,... ...BUT... I would rather remain as I am for many years to come... ...because... I yearn for many more souls to be eternally SAVED. I yearn for people to be snatched away from the awfulness of Hell. I yearn for the best of God's purpose to be experienced by every living human being. Job 19:25-27 NIV Job experienced the worst, that the enemy could throw at one human being, but The Lord restored Job to a better state than he was at the first. The Earth is experiencing the worst, that the enemy can throw at one created planet, but the Lord will restore our home in perfection, that is even better than the perfection, that He originally created this one to be. The Gift is Eternal, but the offer is temporary. There are no refunds when this ticket is punched. Consider wisely. Please. by Jay O'Toole on June 11th, 2019 |
Drops of great sweat. Sun and skin met. by Jay O'Toole on June 10th, 2019 |
trickles from the clouds gray the face of life today plants see golden hope by Jay O’Toole on June 9th, 2019 |
The sweetness of the peaceful thought released from endless angst is how the heart is daily taught and brought to greatest thanks. We strive from task to task the next, while sleeping less than need. We wonder why we stay perplexed with hearts, that often bleed. The busyness of human days creates a tired soul. Sweet, peaceful thoughts from You we pray. Restore and make us whole. "Oh, help me focus on Your Face, Dear Lord of blessed peace. "My heart would ever find its place within your sweet release." "My life of love and hopeful grace is hidden in your wings. "Make me the flow'rs of mercy's vase, where lasting peace, it sings." Repeated taunts of raucous words may wilt my hope through heat, but fly they will like frightened birds when Truth your peace repeats. The truest peace, not free from strife, is lived in strongest Rock. The peaceful hope expresses life in Savior's strength, we walk. "You'll never win! You're way too weak! Your life will soon be o'er!" No! Greater is the peace I seek than aught could cast on floor. "My peace, I leave with you, Dear One. The love you need is mine. "You'll find your peace in God's own Son, who's tender, meek and kind." "I rest in you, dear Lord of peace. You're with me ev'ry day. "I find my hope and sweet release in One to whom I pray." by Jay O'Toole on June 8th, 2019 |
Wondrous showers Bless the flowers. by Jay O'Toole on June 7th, 2019 |
The days of truth are being lived as always they have been. Great wisdom is now truly prized, and victory o'er sin. All errs, that you cannot forget The Lord remembers not. The enemy may mark a debt, but Mercy's long forgot. Confession gets The Lord's forgiveness, cleansing us from wrong. The Hope He gives doth truly bless, restoring us our song. by Jay O'Toole on June 6th, 2019 |
daily cloudy tears down from sky, refreshing Earth glistened green remains by Jay O'Toole on June 5th, 2019 |
| Each poem remains a cozy bed. I write to give my heart a voice. Each day I whisper as I'm led to craft each word by hopeful choice. The rhythm and rhyme give emotions a barque to ride in the light through the nights and the days. Without a lone hope, then the living is stark with nary a cart to carry our praise. My poetry's writ as a balm for the soul. I hope that the reading will lighten a load. If there were a way to make Humanity whole by writing some truth for Life's rugged road, then poems each day are that very goal to blanket the restless and give an abode. Do I write to be published or famous or seen? Well, that's not my goal, if I know my true heart, but part of me wishes, that "published" would mean more dear ones of Earth could make a blest start. I write to bring Joy to the heart of The Lord as one, whose best gift is to worship His Name. I write to rehearse the Truth of His Word as one, who finds hope in His Glory and Fame. I write since one day my words will be quit upon this old ship of my earthly estate. I write, that my loved ones will never forget my pride in them each, since their giftings are great, nor would I remain as ever in debt, neglecting my love from their foot to their pate. I write, that my readers would walk away blest, enabled to face a new day and a test. I write, that great hope I could paint on some face, and that myriad pains I could swiftly erase. by Jay O'Toole on June 4th, 2019 |
A mini pool, that treats me well in summer's blazing sun gives wondrous joy. I live to tell, that life is truly fun! My lips and throat are like the dry and brittle desert floor, until my mini pool comes nigh to fill me up some more. The plants of green and colors bright start wearing khaki pants, my mini pool soothes roots just right to change to "cans" their "can'ts." The furry babies splay to sleep with pants worn on the tongue. My mini pool their bodies keep, and new hope soon is sung. Refreshing coldness, slating plunge are found by diving in. The needs of the core do all expunge, when tongue his hope doth win. I toss the pool on parched pores. They thank me soaked anon. The mini pool my hair adores. Their feelings are as one. My mini pool has learned to tap, and dance with skill, it does upon my hair and face and lap. Relief from heat the cause. This mini pool in all its bliss has just one tiny flaw. Its size is really just a kiss compared with the need so raw. Line Count: 32 by Jay O'Toole on June 3rd, 2019 |
long, winding bodies worth respect as they strike fear leave as quick as come by Jay O'Toole on June 2nd, 2019 |
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