Maxioms by Charles Haddon-spurgeon
Oh, Brethren, it is sickening work to think of your cushioned seats, your chants, your anthems, your choirs, your organs, read more
Oh, Brethren, it is sickening work to think of your cushioned seats, your chants, your anthems, your choirs, your organs, your gowns, and your bands, and I know not what besides, all made to be instruments of religious luxury, if not of pious dissipation, while ye need far more to be stirred up and incited to holy ardor for the propagation of the truth as it is in Jesus.
Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.
Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.
