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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) |
The sky looks gentle from this view, but what of way down south, where the hurricane of heavy blue, now builds upon the route? Such fluffy clouds of cotton balls dot white, dark gray, and float, but when the hurricane’s ashore some tree may dock a boat. The sky’s a wondrous canopy when all is well and blest, but black skies in Micanopy may harbinger the test. The sky’s restored. Helene is past, but Milton, now, doth trudge to cause some fear of his real blast, and stir the coastal “fudge.” The sky so sweet in gentle rest doth lull to nap time sleep, but Tampa’s causeway sees a test from fury of the deep. Our sky may fill with clouds of rain, some wind, and furtive brow when Martin’s barque the beach doth gain. His boast, “I am here, now!” Oh, God, make ready all our lives, that when the storms do come, we rest in You, again to thrive for every part, and sum. by Jay O’Toole on October 8th, 2024 |
The sky looks gentle from this view, but what of way down south, where the hurricane of heavy blue, now builds upon the route? Such fluffy clouds of cotton balls dot white, dark gray, and float, but when the hurricane’s ashore some tree may dock a boat. The sky’s a wondrous canopy when all is well and blest, but black skies in Micanopy may harbinger the test. The sky’s restored. Helene is past, but Milton, now, doth trudge to cause some fear of his real blast, and stir the coastal “fudge.” The sky so sweet in gentle rest doth lull to nap time sleep, but Tampa’s causeway sees a test from fury of the deep. Our sky may fill with clouds of rain, some wind, and furtive brow when Martin’s barque the beach doth gain. His boast, “I am here, now!” Oh, God, make ready all our lives, that when the storms do come, we rest in You, again to thrive for every part, and sum. by Jay O’Toole on October 8th, 2024 |