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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


https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon

(Philippians 2:13, KJV)

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May 26, 2020 at 11:48pm
May 26, 2020 at 11:48pm
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The universe expands and grows
as God is making all.
This curtain opened, now it flows
as hearts receive His Call.

So many stars, and objects rare,
and never have we seen
these places close, to stop and stare,
such thoughts on which to lean.

We know the Earth, and planets eight,
the sun 'round which we race.
The truth not known is really great
to bolster Pride's disgrace.

The Earth is big and we are small.
It's height and depth just scratched.
The humans here will ne'er know all
before life's last dispatch.

Of sister planets know we some,
a tiny thumbnail sketch,
and e'er we there by rockets come
our tombstones they will etch.

The sun will not we view and map,
unless we go at night.
Such humor lays the buffoon a trap
before he sees his plight.

The universe is vast, unknown
as the world, that we may trod.
So little know we on our own
without the help of God.

What know we of His Majesty!
What know we of His Grace!
When will our hearts and minds be free
His fingers yet to trace.

The vastness of each human made
requires unequaled skill.
His every word the stars obeyed,
the night with colors fill.

My deepest guess regards the things,
that fill this outer space.
Are these just waste of which He sings,
or needful in His Grace?

Is there an object with no use
for the making of a man?
Or is my mind a bit obtuse
to try to know His Plan?

That Man is so complex to make
must really be quite clear.
Are properties, that He would take
those only of Man, near?

Or could it be in bliss to see,
that God can use it all?
Each object made of use by He
to breathe Man 'fore the Fall.

The strings of life in minute deft
are played by skillful Hands.
The marionette remains bereft
of life without His Plans.

The One, who holds the worlds aloft,
and changes day to night
can draw all things in movements soft,
give life to Man just right.

What is this thought, that Man may live
because some distant "thing"
is needed there all life to give
on Earth to cause us sing?

Or is effusive beauty made
to lavish on His Bride,
that when He by the cross obeyed,
we'd live for once he died?


by Jay O'Toole
on May 26th, 2020


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