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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)
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January 30, 2024 at 2:36pm
January 30, 2024 at 2:36pm
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What do I seek from Christmas Day?
Is it the things I then may get?
Is it the lights of bright display?
Is it the hungry needs so met?
The Best of Christmas Evermore
is He, Who died upon the tree,
The Light of Life to farthest shore,
The Greatest Gift to you and me.
This Babe, Who laid in manger low
redeems each heart, that He has called.
The greatest Christmas Joy to know
His Resurrection no more palled.
The Best of Christmas ever blest
is knowing, that the Day won't end.
The Joy is found in Arms to rest,
and Saving Grace from Wrath to fend.
The music of the Christmas hymns
need never stop, nor lose their style.
His Victory, it ever wins,
and Hope is found in His Blest Smile.
by Jay O’Toole
on January 30th, 2024
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January 29, 2024 at 10:53pm
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To write the words I feel within
can help me to reform
the wounded heart, that's broke by sin,
whose days live in alarm.
I think I write to feel the pats
upon the back of me.
It helps me wear the many hats
of personality.
My writing in poetic style
gives voice to rhythm, rhyme.
It shows the heartbeats for a while,
a photograph of time.
I write such novel concepts here,
prosaic to the touch.
The conversations, cloudy, clear
show the life I see so much.
The poetry most often flows
in words, that jump to page.
The character, that speaking knows
emotions all will gauge.
Each heart, that keeps things bottled up
may life within depress,
but sharing thoughts as friends do sup
relieves the whole big mess.
Perfection's rod may break us down
to keep the life unknown.
Poetic license turns the frown
into some JOY full-grown.
by Jay O’Toole
on January 23rd, 2024
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January 22, 2024 at 2:34pm
January 22, 2024 at 2:34pm
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Relief from the cold we know, today
with temps much higher, yet.
The plants survived I grateful say
at peace from this week's threat.
Relief from the cold is just for now.
The future may hold more
of colder days, that backs may bow
a-waiting spring before.
Relief from the cold can touch the mind
with gentle hope to see
a day of grace with wonders kind,
in time to darkness free.
Relief from the cold in Jesus' Hand
gives daily growth to bless.
I've not one goodness for His Plan.
Each sin I must confess.
Relief from the cold apart from Christ
is possible in He,
Who bore my cost, that awful price,
forever to be free.
by Jay O’Toole
on January 22nd, 2024
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January 19, 2024 at 10:34am
January 19, 2024 at 10:34am
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Hunger
drives me
in the morning
to find some food.
Filled.
by Jay O’Toole
on January 19th, 2024
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January 18, 2024 at 3:13pm
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January 17, 2024 at 7:59pm
January 17, 2024 at 7:59pm
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The typhoon caused the crew's retreat,
that down and down the metal "fish"
could not but seek the deepest deep,
'til three days passed fresh air could wish.
The sailor spent these days in grief
for disobeying God's command.
This Jonah running as a thief
was stopped in darkness 'way from land.
Before the elements of peace
restored the sub to waves, again,
his will could only find release,
confessing to The Lord his sin.
"Dear Lord, I'll preach and tell the Truth
when I am done with duty's tour.
I've known Salvation from my youth.
Please, make my motives always pure."
The sailor served his many days.
The Navy discharged him with grace.
The Lord he served and fixed his gaze.
At last at Home he knew his place.
A faithful servant to his land,
a faithful servant to his Lord,
redeemed before His Throne to stand,
proclaiming ever just His Word.
His Earthsuit tucked within the ground.
So many years 'neath slab of praise.
In honored service, he was bound
to God and country his best days.
May we, like Dad, give all we are
to bless the souls in our own world.
Our influence may ripple far
until our lives be flags unfurled.
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by Jay O’Toole
on January 17th, 2024
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