Chirst Sermon Illustrations

Chirst Sermon Illustrations

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Preciousness of Christ

As the bridegroom to his chosen, as the king unto the realm,
As the keep unto the castle, as the pilot to the helm,
So, O Lord, art Thou to me.

As the fountain in the garden, as the candle in the dark,
As the treasure in the coffer, as the manna in the ark,
So, O Lord, art Thou to me.

As the music at the banquet, as the stamp upon the seal,
As the medicine to the fainting, as the wine-cup at the meal,
So, O Lord, art Thou to inc.

As the ruby in the setting, as the honey in the comb,
As the light within the lantern, as the father in the home,
So, O Lord, art Thou to me.

As the sunshine to the heavens, as the image to the glass,
As the fruit unto the fig-tree, as the dew upon the grass,
So, O Lord, art Thou to me.—J. Tauler in Hymns of Ter Stegen and others

(Ps. 45. 2; Song of Songs 2. 3; Col. 2. 9)

In the interesting life of A. McLay of Cardiff, the following is given as typical of his testimony.

`On one occasion the dining-room of a hotel was full of business men taking lunch, including a person well known as an inveterate blasphemer and specialist in all that is unsavory. A. McLay was also of the company, and was silently partaking of his meal.

Opportunity was taken by the foul-mouthed infidel to break forth into a prolonged harangue in which exceptionally vile things were said about the Lord Jesus Christ. The atmosphere became tense, whilst the effect was electrical. No one responded, and there was a dead silence. Presently, and probably to break the spell, someone said, "Mr. McLay, haven't you anything to say to all this?" The company almost breathlessly awaited the reply.

It came gently and with restrained emotion. He said, "Well, gentlemen, with yourselves I have been obliged to listen to these blasphemous and scurrilous remarks, and I have been thinking of what I could say. May I put it in a few words this way? Many of you know me intimately; you know my wife. You know her worth and what I owe to her; you agree that I could not well exaggerate the felicity of our home life. You realize what my feelings would be, dared anyone utter scandal regarding her. Yet this man in his ignorance and blindness presumes to speak these untrue words against the One Who is infinitely more to me than the closest earthly friend, One Who has died for me, which no one else could have done. My reply is that I declare my heart's allegiance to my Lord Jesus Christ, crucified for sinners, now made both Lord and Christ at the right hand of the throne of God."

`There was such character behind those words and such grace, that the writer was informed by an eye-witness that, two excepted, these men rose as one man and with gusto shouted, "Hurrah, Mr. McLay!" Someone, under the spell of such a noble testimony, and without due time for thought, called for "three cheers for Jesus Christ!"'

(1 Pet. 2. 7; Rev. 5. 9, 10)

Radiance of Radiance

Marvel not that Christ in glory
All my inmost heart hath won;
Not a star to cheer my darkness
But a light beyond the sun.
All below lies dark and shadowed,
Nothing there to claim my heart,
Save the lonely track of sorrow
Where of old He walked apart.

I have seen the face of Jesus—
Tell me not of aught beside;
I have heard the voice of Jesus—
All my soul is satisfied.
In the radiance of the glory
First I saw His blessed face,
And for ever shall that glory
Be my home, my dwelling-place.—T.P. in Hymns of Ter Stegen and others

(Acts 22. 11; Eph. 1. 20, 21; Heb. 2. 9)

Rejection of Christ

Why dost Thou pass unheeded, treading with pierced feet
The halls of the kingly palace, the busy street?

Oh marvelous in Thy beauty, crowned with the light of God,
Why fall they not down to worship where Thou hast trod?

Why are Thy hands extended beseeching while men pass by
With their empty words and laughter, yet passing on to die?

Unseen, unknown, unregarded, calling and waiting yet—
They hear Thy knock and they tremble—they hear, and they forget.

And Thou in the midst art standing of old and for ever the same—
Thou hearest their songs and their jesting, but not Thy Name.

The thirty-three years forgotten of the weary way Thou hast trod—
Thou art but a Name unwelcome, O Savior God.

Yet amongst the highways and hedges, amongst the lame and the blind,
The poor and the maimed and the outcast, still Thou dost seek and find.

There by the wayside lying, the eyes of Thy love can see
The wounded, the naked, the dying, too helpless to come to Thee.

So art Thou watching and waiting till the wedding is furnished with guests—
And the last of the sorrowful singeth, and the last of the weary rests.—C.P.C. in Hymns of Ter Stegen and others

(Prov. 1. 24; Rev. 3. 20)

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