About the Book
"LEARNING" by Karen Kingsbury is a heartwarming novel that follows the lives of Bailey Flanigan and Cody Coleman as they navigate relationships, faith, and personal growth. Through their individual journeys, they learn valuable lessons about forgiveness, redemption, and the power of love. This inspirational story explores the complexities of life and the importance of learning from our experiences to become better versions of ourselves.
Susannah Spurgeon
Susannah Spurgeon was the wife of the famous Baptist preacher of the second half of the nineteenth-century, Charles Haddon Spurgeon.
She was born Susannah Thompson in January, 1832. Her early years were spent in London, where she often accompanied her parents or elderly friends to the New Park Street Chapel. She was converted upon hearing a sermon at the old Poultry Chapel by Rev S. B. Bergne from Romans 10:8 â âFrom that service I date the dawning of the true light in my soulâ. But her initial joy was replaced by âseasons of darkness, despondency, and doubtâ, and it was not until she was helped by the new, youthful, pastor of New Park Street â Spurgeon â that she found âthe peace and pardon [her] weary soul was longing forâ.
Her friendship with Spurgeon grew, and they were married in January 1856. Their twin sons, Charles Jr. and Thomas, were born in September, 1857.
Susannah became a true partner in her husbandâs ministry. Spurgeon would call his âwifeyâ to come and help him on Saturday afternoons. Together they would read commentaries and discuss the Scripture for the next dayâs sermon. If he was discouraged, she would read to him. She counselled women and girls in the church and assisted female candidates at baptismal services. Her activities were restricted at times when she became chronically ill in the late 1860s, and was often confined to her room, or visited Brighton for relief.
In 1875, when she had proof-read the first volume of her husbandâs book Lectures to My Students, she expressed a desire to âplace it in the hands of every minister in Englandâ â and so began the ministry of her Book Fund. Within a year, over 3000 volumes of theological books had been distributed by the Fund; by the time of her death, over 200,000 volumes had been sent out. Today, the supplying of theological books free to ministers and missionaries continues through the Book Fund of the Banner of Truth Trust, modelled upon that started by Susannah Spurgeon.
Susannahâs work expanded to include other ministries, such as the Pastorsâ Aid Fund and the Westwood Clothing Society.
In her remaining years, following Charlesâ death in 1892, she assisted Joseph Harrald in compiling C.H. Spurgeonâs Autobiography and also wrote a number of devotional books, including Free Grace and Dying Love, published by the Trust (which volume contains a Life of Susannah Spurgeon by Charles Ray). She died in October, 1903, after a severe attack of pneumonia from which she never recovered.
The Book of Life
Before the night he was betrayed, The Lord of glory died; Indeed before the world was made, The Lamb was crucified. Before the sin, the spear, the lash (Eternal was the flood!) God put his inkwell at the gash, And filled it with his blood; Then with his crimson ink and quill, A holy world compiled, And wrote his kind and costly will: The name of evâry child. Then, finally, with tears, he took A blade to foreordain, And graved the title of the book: The Life, the Lamb, the Slain. * * * And if your name is written there, Though you may be the least, You will not fall to any snare, Nor bow before the Beast. You will not marvel when it roars, Nor any feat admire, Nor drink the poison that it pours, Nor taste the Lake of Fire. But you will live forevermore, Where dusk and dawn are done. The Lamb will be the moon, and soar Around an endless Sun. And if, lamblike, you taste his shame And finish life abased, Remember, written one, your name Will never be erased. * * * And so you ask, âHow may I know My name is in the Book? May I beseech my God to show The page where I may look?â No. None may peer within by prayer, Nor if he wait, or strive. You know your name is written there, Because you are alive. Rejoice, my child, all heaven sings When you make demons fall. And yet to be inscribed with kings In heav'n surpasses all. Article by John Piper