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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)    |
Peaceful Christmas, moment's time, lights and carols in the heart, one month later, all sublime. Rest in hope we plainly start. A cup of tea with tastes of choice, the orchestra with notes of peace, this little space doth now rejoice. Relaxing chest doth find release. "O Holy Night" remember now. A world of strife o'erwhelmed by peace. Before the Savior lowly bow, the clash within, it now must cease. "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring", come, now dwell here within me. Times are weary. Thou inspiring. Grace expressed. Your Hope I see. Soothing cup, such warmth when cold. Orange, cinnamon to taste. I'm safe within Your Robes as told. The worries of all sin erased. You came into our weary world so bowed by sin, that hope had fled. This Babe in arms, the Plan unfurled, the payment paid when You were dead. You did not stay as You were laid. You rose upon the third day, whole. You live as You have always said. You took back keys, which once he stole. "Sing We Now of Christmas Day", once from Heaven, down You came. Save Your Chosen ev'ry day. Take us back to Heav'n the same. by Jay O’Toole on January 25th, 2026    |
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