-Spurgeon, "Sown Among Thorns"

Luke tells us of another kind of weed, namely,
"the pleasures of this life." I am sure that these
thorns play a dreadful part nowadays.

I have nothing to say against 'recreation' in its proper place.
Certain forms of recreation are needful and useful; but it
is a wretched thing when amusement becomes a vocation.

Amusement should be used to do us good "like a medicine";
it must never be used as the 'food' of the individual.

From early morning until late at night some spend their time in
a round of frivolities, or else their very work is simply carried
on to furnish them funds for their pleasures.

This is vicious.

Many have had all holy thoughts and gracious
resolutions stamped out by perpetual trifling.

Pleasure, so called, is the murderer of thought.

This is the age of excessive amusement.
Everybody craves for it, like a baby for its rattle.

In the more sober years of our fathers, men and women
had something better to live for than silly sports.

The thorns are choking the age.