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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)    |
We honor all upon this day, who gave their living sum, that children oft could run and play because the followed drum. The deaths of those who battled fear, that we could know some peace show courage, that brought honor near, caused tyranny to cease. Some days, parades bring fame to those, who battled and returned. This day we honor those who chose to stay, the end discerned. In silence, stand before a grave, or sit near, praying long. A life, a gift, Republic save. We sing a loving song. These words are meager in the face of what those faces saw. Remember those in Saving Grace, "who faced the battle's maw." Their painful death, the daily loss, the faces on the wall. The grief weighs down, that none can toss, the phone we cannot call. The lives of Joy and lasting smiles, that time cannot erase, the times we drove o'er many miles, sustained by God-blest Grace. That mem'ry of the last we spoke, so many years ago. The lasting hole in the heart that broke. That life no more can grow. On foreign field, or old age bed the battle took its toll. The heart and flesh, they both have bled to rest on windy knoll. In honored hope we keep alive these loved ones, who are gone. We hope our efforts daily thrive to praise your victories won. by Jay O’Toole on May 28th, 2025   |
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