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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)    |
Candy was my little dog so many years ago, A Peek-a-Poo to hold and hug, the sweetest friend to know, but she's now gone, and that world, too, of Christmases so long. These days now fly, and when they're through not much is left but song. I burned my legs on the sky-high slide. My head knew the merry-go-round's bolt. I ate the dirt and drank with pride the yard hose heat, red jolt. We went to school, and when 'twas done enjoyed we Gilligan's Island. We walked the mall for Christmas fun. All summers long were swimming. We said the Pledge. We read The Word. We prayed with public school teachers. The Truth we learned each day was heard in school, and from the preachers. "Please, come again, Dear Lord of All. The Ancient of Days is young for old we are through our parents' fall. 'The sting of death' has stung." One day His own He'll call to Supper, while earthbounds know His Wrath. His Sacrifice the saints did cover as sons He made of waifs. The world that was some souls have changed, but one day through the fire the old made new is rearranged, in separation's ire. by Jay O’Toole on August 25th, 2025   |
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