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 We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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)    |
| Oh, when will the Lord come to carry away the wife He's betrothed to that all lasting day far from this old life's unending dismay to love for all time. What doth Him dissuade, that tarries him now? What hinders us coming 'fore the priest for to bow? The darkness of watches in blackness doth grow. Make the oil all sublime. For years we have waited, the scoffers disdain. The words that are writ, Your Intentions most plain. You will come in the night, at the noon, or in rain. You never are late. Oh, Love, all these poems are written for You for ne'er in the Ever Lands will they be through. My heart bleeds in rhymes, and always will do to show You are Great! This lonely, small room is a tent for the trek. It shelters us here as Your Merits bedeck, 'til shown royal to all with Your Robes 'round the neck, the Groom sees our best. Opaque through these days is the canvas supreme, ever waiting and crying through our times, it may seem, but the Change in a Moment splits the sky with its beams, released from our test. Let's focus on Jesus, Our soon-coming Groom, Who rose from the dead to empty His tomb. His menacing Eyes o'er His enemies loom. He will banish His foes. As the pain of a birth, His Coming will free. Ne'ermore knowing the weariness, now that we see, nor the heartache we carry. Forever with He all our Joy ever grows. by Jay O’Toole on October 7th, 2025 {/center}   |
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