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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)    |
| Free Form Experience: When we lived in Oklahoma, I remember some of the best snow events of my life. Snow drifts up the side of our house when we lived in Guymon, and the following event was when we lived in Enid, if I remember correctly. It was maybe a few inches of snow. The whole family bundled up in heavy coats, piled into the car with my disc sled at the ready. The sled was round and concave, like a wok with two leather loop handles to help me hold on. We drove around looking for a nice place to try out the sled. Finally, we decided on a hill behind the hospital. I went up the hill, sat down, and leaned forward to let gravity do it's job. The first part of the ride was fun as I gained speed going down the snow-covered hill, but then there was the matter of the curb at the bottom of the slope. It dented my sled as I bumped up a little, continuing to move forward into the hospital's parking lot. I learned that day, that wok-shaped sled's do not have breaks. Even if it had, I might not of worked much because the parking lot was covered with ice. I kept sliding, and sliding, and sliding as the family and I learned the gravity of the situation, and the lesson of lack of friction. I kept sliding, and sliding, and sliding, until finally I stopped, before sliding under a parked car. Amazingly, my parents and little brother were not that far behind me, though how they got there that fast, I will never know. Mom was all about not doing THAT more than once. So, I guess we must have gone home because I don't remember any more sledding on that day, or any other days as long as we lived in Oklahoma. I must have been about 8 or 9 because we were living in Georgia the first time when I was 10. We didn't go sledding anymore. Can you believe that? Maybe Mom didn't want Paul Simon to sing my dirge. Prose Poem: When we lived in Oklahoma, I went slip, sliding away on my brand new wok-shaped sled. Snow, like the snow of 2026, looked exciting for a little boy, who hadn't even finished his first decade of life. The hill behind the hospital in Enid drew my attention for the first slide on my brand-new sled. Slip, sliding ZOOM down the fluffy powder snow. There I'd go in the icy goodness, but would I be dead or tossed on my head? These were things my Mommy wanted to know. Top of the hill, then Go, go, go! Down the hill toward my family, but "I can't stop, Mom. I'm slip, sliding away." So, sliding, sliding, sliding. Fun, fun, fun! Where would it end? Near a parked car, that's where it ended! No more fun for today! No more fun ever after! My Mommy was scared because "my life flashed before her eyes." I had so much fun as I was slip, sliding away. Mommy had no such fun when I was slip, sliding away. Mommy was not ready for a funeral with a small pine box. Besides, how would she contact Paul Simon to sing the funeral music. We didn't even know Paul Simon, personally, but he sure could sing, and I sure could slide. Jay O'Toole |
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