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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)    |
So often we may give some joy, which fills our days and nights with hope, but then the risen Lord employs Sunday sun, restored we cope. Yet, this year God has stripped us bare. We couldn't refuse His tireless call. Each grieving day we sit and stare at life within four closing walls. This year for Lent in upbeat bliss I gave my blog and half the kick of coffee's caffeine, I would miss, and peanut butter spread I'd lick, But err the days were half them o'er, I'd given up my writing fast to hearts in essays now implore, and food and drink did not them last. When Christ, the Master greatly spoke, no human heart could say Him, "Nay!" The virus in upon us broke to change our hopes, consume each day. What did we give up for this Lent? A job, and places free to go, and Future as a hostage bent before a warden, waits to know. This Lent's now gone, and Easter's flown, but sacrifice remains intact. Will bygone days be newly-shown, or will their business we still lack? How minuscule all Lents before, now seem to be by our hearts made! Their goodness famine's lacking store. Our goodness naught to be displayed. "Dear Lord, we humbly ask You give, (for we are sinners in Your Hands,) great Mercy from the life Christ lived. Please, save us for Your greatest Plans. "Deserve we death by vicious plague, and worse than that in Hell be placed, I would not waste one word made vague, but plainly beg You save by Grace! "Destroy the villain! Send it hence! Restore our health in joy made new! Restore in us our God-made sense, that fellowship we'd have with You! "You made Creation in six days, sustained a widow's, prophet's bread. Each heart repenting, and now obeys, is kept from ill, that would make us dead. "Though Sin-sick world, we now remain, we've Hope, that still You'd save the lost. Cause broken souls to quite refrain from fleshly lusts of monstrous cost. "Abortion's blood runs in the streets, and strange flesh lusts to call it love. Please, grant our sin to never meet Divinest Justice from Above. "Remold our hearts to love just You, Redeeming Lord of Calvary's cross. Please, save my soul and each one, too, by One, Who smelted Sin's great dross. "He rose upon the Third Day whole to seal the Sin-Debt payment done. My saving was His lifelong goal. My heart by Him is fully won! "'My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' Blood and Righteousness' the lovely words of this great song bring peace, that gone is ev'ry wrong. "I rest in the shadow of Your Wings. Each Lent-gift, that I gave to You is just a tool to teach me sing in every challenge, you bring me through. "And though each Lent-gift of this year has fallen off as goal uncrossed, You gave me new ones, broad and clear, as the son, You love, who's no more lost. "Please, help us through these unknown days with Glory for Your Name, again. Each sacrifice at Your feet we lay in Jesus Glorious Name, Amen." by Jay O'Toole on April 14th, 2020 |
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