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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)    |
Longing for Home, the Place I've not been, but it's not the sad wish to die. I long for Christ's Glory, the Hope He did win, and the porch where my heart can just sigh. Down here we must live such hobbit-hole days, since walking out there is not safe. Just when we think harm, and the angry displays are gone, there's the scream of a wraith. Looking up to the sky, longing for Him to come, there to cling to His sides, 'neath His robes evermore to sing praise for His long-empty tomb, finding Joy like the last days of Job. O, Dear Heart, find your peace in the Savior, Whose pain has bought rest for your long earthly sigh. Defeated He seemed, to buy us such gain. His Merits can't the Accuser deny. The sigh of relief, for that I now long. I stay in this flesh for support to help other souls to hear His great Song, and to do godly things of import. Is great sighing still bound in your stiff-chested clinch? Do you long to release and just rest? Doth anxiety weigh on your soul past each cinch? Are you longing to be fully blest? There's relief in the sight of God's Own Dearest Son. Look to Him, and all sighing is freed for His death clothes were folded. The Day He has won. His Salvation will meet every need. by Jay O’Toole on September 15th, 2025   |
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