Tuesday, 2 December 2014


"Patience is better than wisdom. An ounce of patience is better than a pound of brains. All men praise patience but few enough can practice it; it is a medicine which is good for all diseases, and therefore every old woman recommends it: but it is not every garden that grows the herbs to make it with. When one's flesh and bones are full of aches and pains, it is as natural for us to murmur as it for a horse to shake his head when the flies tease him, or a wheel to rattle when a spoke is loose; but nature should not be the rule with Christians. Or what is their religion worth?

~ Charles Spurgeon
(John Ploughman's Talk)

Sunday, 6 October 2013


       To live courageously demands wholehearted commitment. Some Christians profess to have the courage to die for Christ, but they lack the courage to live daily for him...... Courage is not just the force behind spectacular public acts. It is also the motivation to carry out private deeds hardly noticeable to others.

--BJU Press - Explorations in Literature

Friday, 23 November 2012

I'm Not Alone

I'm not alone, though others go,
A different way from what I chose;
I'm not alone, though I say "No!"
I know that I will never lose.
I'm not alone though others tease
And urge that I should go their way;
I'm not alone though I displease
My friends by what I'll never say.
I'm not alone, for I now choose-
Though other folks may call me odd,
Tho' now it seems that I might lose-
To go the way that Jesus trod.
                                                 L. E. Dunkin

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

The Ant and the Cricket

"Go to the ant, O sluggard,
Observe its ways and be wise,
Which, having no chief,
Officer or ruler,
Prepares her food in the summer
And gathers her provision in the harvest.
How long will you lie down, O sluggard?
When will you arise from your sleep?
'A little sleep, a little slumber, 
A little folding of the hands to rest'-
Your poverty will come in like a vagabond
And your need ilk an armed man."
Proverbs 6:6-11

A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing
Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring, 
Began to complain, when he found that at home 
His cupboard was empty and winter was come.
Not a crumb to be found 
On the snow-covered ground;
Not a flower could he see,
Not a leaf on a tree.
"Oh, what will become,"says the cricket, "of
At last by starvation and famine made bold,
All dripping with wet and all trembling with
Away he set off to a miserly ant
To see if, to keep him alive, he would grant 
Him shelter from rain.
A mouthful of grain 
He wished only to borrow,
He'd repay it to-morrow;
If not helped he must die of starvation and sorrow.

Says the ant to the cricket: "I'm your servant and friend,
But we ants never borrow, we ants never lend.
Pray tell me, dear sir, did you lay nothing by
When the weather was warm?" Said the cricket,
"Not I.
My heart was so light
That I sang day ad night,
For all nature looked gay,"

"You sang, sir, you say? 
Go then," said the ant, "and sing winter away."

Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket
and out of the door turned the poor little cricket.
Though this is a fable, the moral is good-
If you live without work, you must live without food.