Some creature steals away your heart

(Charles Spurgeon)

Do you not find yourselves forgetful of Jesus?

Some creature steals away your heart, and you
are unmindful of Him upon whom your affection
ought to be set.

Some earthly business engrosses your attention
when you should have your eye steadily fixed
upon the cross.

It is the incessant round of world, world, world;
the constant din of earth, earth, earth--which
takes away the soul from Christ.

Oh! my friends, is it not too sadly true that we can
recollect anything but Christ, and forget nothing so
easy as Him whom we ought to remember? While
memory will preserve a 'poisoned weed', it allows
the 'Rose of Sharon' to wither.

Why do we forget Christ? 

Because we have a worm in the heart, a pest-house,
a charnel-house within. Lusts, vile imaginations, and
strong evil passions, which, like wells of poisonous
water, send out continually streams of impurity.

I have a heart, which God knows, I wish I could wring
from my body and hurl to an infinite distance; a soul
which is a cage of unclean birds, a den of loathsome
creatures, where dragons haunt and owls congregate,
where every evil beast of ill-omen dwells; a heart too
vile to have a parallel--"deceitful above all things and
desperately wicked."

This is the reason why I am forgetful of Christ.