The Soul’s Abiding Rest

“It is a vain idea of ours to suppose that if our circumstances were altered we should be more at rest.

My brother, if you cannot rest in poverty, neither would you in riches; if you cannot rest in the midst of persecution, neither would you in the midst of honor. It is the spirit within that gives the rest, that rest has little to do with any thing without.

Men have sat on thrones and have found them uneasy places, while others on the rack have declared that they were at rest. The spirit is the spring of rest, as for the outward surroundings they are of small account.

Let but your mind be like the mind of Christ, and you shall find rest unto your souls: a deep rest, a growing rest, a rest found out more and more, an abiding rest, not only which you have found, but which you shall go on to find.”

~Charles Spurgeon, 1834-1892


“You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You. Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD God is an everlasting rock.”

~Isaiah 26:3-4 (ESV)

Good Friday

If we’re not intentional, Good Friday will come and go without much reflection on what this day is all about. Hopefully, God will use this short excerpt from a Charles Spurgeon sermon to stir a determination to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Can you not see Him as they fling Him on His back, stretch out His hands and feet to the wood—and then drive the cruel nails through their most tender parts?

Can you not see Him as they lift Him high between earth and heaven, and then dash the cross into its place, dislocating all His bones, till He cries out, ‘I am poured out like water, and all My bones are out of joint. You have brought Me into the dust of death?’

Yes, He is accomplishing it all!

Jehovah’s wrath is pouring over Him, wave after wave, and He is meekly bowing His head to it all!

Jehovah’s sword is being driven into His heart, and He is baring His breast to receive it—for your sakes and for mine! Sinner, He does it altogether. He can do it! He is doing it! He has done it, for He bowed His head, saying, ‘It is finished!’ and gave up the ghost!

That which was first a purpose, then a covenant, and then a work initiated, is now a work achieved!

Jesus Christ has redeemed His people with His own most precious blood!’

~Charles H. Spurgeon, Spurgeon Gems


But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ.”

~Ephesians 2:13 (ESV)

Christmas by Spurgeon

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“Hark, yonder! What means the firing of the Tower guns? Why all this ringing of bells in the church steeples, as if all London were mad with joy? There is a prince born; therefore there is this salute, and therefore are the bells ringing.

Ah, Christians, ring the bells of your hearts, tire the salute of your most joyous songs, ‘For unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given.’

Dance, O my heart, and ring out peals of gladness!

Ye drops of blood within my veins dance every one of you!

Oh! all my nerves become harp strings, and let gratitude touch you with angelic fingers! And thou, my tongue, shout—shout to his praise who hath said to thee—”Unto thee a child is born, unto thee a Son is given.”

Wipe that tear away! Come, stop that sighing! Hush yon murmuring. What matters your poverty? “Unto you a child is born.” What matters your sickness? ‘Unto you a Son is given.’

What matters your sin? For this child shall take the sin away, and this Son shall wash and make you fit for heaven.

I say, if it be so,

‘Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,

Rejoice aloud! ye saints rejoice!’”

~Charles Haddon Spurgeon, 1834-1892

Read the full sermon here.

Happy Thanks-living!

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I think … a better thing than thanksgiving: thanks-living.

How is this to be done?

By a general cheerfulness of manner, by an obedience to the command of Him by whose mercy we live, by a perpetual, constant delighting of ourselves in the Lord, and by a submission of our desires to His will.

-Charles Spurgeon, 1834-1892


Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Bought me with his precious blood.

-Robert Robinson, 1735-1790