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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)    |
How are the mighty fallen! The mighty fallen! The mighty fallen! They've gone the way of all the Earth! Our lasting loss, and Ever's birth! Why the pain, intense and full? So famous, outside my orbit's pull, but empathy beyond my place can feel such grief in need of grace. Across the country, never near, but sadness for this flight unclear remains within my wondering heart of hopes not met, of lives, that part. The Bryant home, now broken sore with faces washing their wondrous floor. Great tears are flooding wordless lives to bring again their last-week thrives. From greatness on the Lakers' court to heartfelt goodness, this cut short one Kobe Bryant lived to serve the needs he found, that help deserved. His loving daughter with him went, whose life was started, then 'twas rent. My hope for them is peace so given greater than the grief we're livin'. How precious is each day we live with friends and family to give! Oh, may we ever share our love and saving grace from God's Home Above! Your days were gifts and now such loss, Dear Kobe, Gigi, what paths you crossed! What sadness nine souls leave behind! What wretched cost from fog, unkind! I knew you only from afar. You were Kobe, Lakers' superstar! The mighty were taken from our peace! No restoration for our pleas! We lift our prayers, that Christ would carry His wife and daughters in sanctuary. The pain and sadness are the same as daily love, that share a name. by Jay O'Toole on January 31st, 2020 |
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