Spurgeon Thursday - Fatherhood

I can admire the solemn and stately language of worship that recognizes the greatness of God, but it will not warm my heart or express my soul until it has also blended therewith the joyful nearness of that perfect love that casts out fear and ventures to speak with our Father in heaven as a child speaks with its father on earth. My brother, no veil remains.

Train your child in the way in which you know you should have gone yourself.

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Train up a child in the way he should go – but be sure you go that way yourself.

If we never have headaches through rebuking our children, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up.

When fathers are tongue tied religiously with their offspring, need they wonder if their children's hearts remain sin tied?

A child's cry touches a father's heart, and our King is the Father of his people. If we can do no more than cry it will bring omnipotence to our aid. A cry is the native language of a spiritually needy soul; it has done with fine phrases and long orations, and it takes to sobs and moans; and so, indeed, it grasps the most potent of all weapons, for heaven always yields to such artillery.

He would have us like children who believe what their father tells them.

The Creator is also a creature. The Son of God is the Son of man. Strange combination! Could condescension go farther than for the Infinite to be joined to the infant, and the Omnipotent to the feebleness of a new-born babe?