Some creature steals away your heart. By 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 easily 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 ring from my body and hurl to an infinite distance. I have 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.