Consecration Sermon Illustrations

Consecration Sermon Illustrations

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Complete Consecration

Where can we find a more perfect example of complete consecration to the claims of Christ and the sweet will of God than in the story of John Wesley's mother? When her consent was asked for him to sail to Georgia, she replied in these noble words, "If I had twenty sons, I should rejoice that they were so employed, though I should never see them more." That John himself had inherited his mother's spirit of unselfish devotion to the cause of those in need, is known by the fact that during one year of his time at Oxford, out of his income of one hundred and twenty pounds, he lived on twenty-eight pounds, giving all the rest to the sick and poor.—Teaching by Illustration.


When Our Eyes Are on the King

The cost of discipleship very often lies in turning the eyes from the better to the best. Dr. Henry Jowett, in a sermon in the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church in New York City, described how, at the coronation of Edward VII, he sat in Westminster Abbey and watched the honorable assembling of princes, princesses, earls, dukes, and so on. He said: "There was much bowing and respect shown as these people of high degree entered, but when the king arrived all eyes left the people of lesser rank and were fastened on the king. "So," said Dr. Jowett, "literature, music, art, and science hold our respectful attention, but when Jesus Christ comes into our heart and our life, He must be King, and all lesser subjects must take their lesser place."Sunday School Times.


I had walked life's way with an easy tread,
Had followed where pleasure and comforts led,
Until one day in a quiet place,
I met the Master face to face.

With station and wealth and rank as my goal,
Much thought for my body, and none for my soul,
I had entered to win in life's mad race,
When I met the Master face to face.

I had built my castles and built them high,
With their towers had pierced the blue of the sky,
I had sworn to rule with an iron mace,
When I met the Master face to face.

I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see
That His eyes, full of sorrow, were fixed on me;
And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
While my castles melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished, and in their place
Naught else did I see but the Master's face,
And I cried aloud, "Oh make me meek
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet."

My thought is now for the souls of men,
I have lost my life to find it again,
E'er since the day in the quiet place,
I met the Master face to face.Anonymous.


God's Response to Our Surrender

A celebrated philosopher of antiquity, who was accustomed to receive large sums from his pupils in return for his instructions, was one day approached by a poor youth, who asked to be admitted as one of his disciples. "And what will you give me in return?" said the wise man. "I will give you myself," was the reply. "I accept the gift," replied the philosopher, "and engage to restore you to yourself at some future period, much more valuable than you are at present." Those who give themselves to God will become day by day more like Jesus Christ. Sunday School Chronicle.


The Cost Has Been Counted

It is said that Bishop Hedding of New York once addressed a candidate for the foreign mission field as follows: "Have you considered that you will have to go away from home and friends, and be among strangers and enemies?" "I have," replied the young man. "Have you considered that you must leave your native land, with all its institutions and privileges, and be a foreigner in a strange land, where everybody will regard you with suspicion and prejudice?" "I have considered it all," said the young preacher. "Have you considered that in that land your health may fail, you may be prostrated with malarias and fevers of violence?" "Yes," again answered the young man, "and if I had a thousand lives I would give them all to Jesus. Bishop, please don't ask me any more questions, but send me, send me!"The Gospel Herald.


Has He Gotten You?

God has a great many people that He hasn't gotten. Are you one of that kind? Are you all the Lord's? Has He all there is of you? "I'm so glad I am not my own," cried a young woman recently. But there are many Christian young people who need to come to a once-for­all "hands-off" their very lives, and decide that they shall henceforth be utter­ly and entirely the Lord's own property.

Some young folks would rather do something for the Lord than to belong to the Lord; would rather support a missionary than become a missionary —would rather give than go.

"After money for your mission school again?" said a bright, beautiful young woman to her pastor. "Well, here are five dollars—."

"No, no, I do not want money this morning," he replied smilingly, "I want you." "Me?" "Yes, I want you to come and help us save those poor children." "Down amongst those dirty, miserable people! Oh, I can't do that." "Your presence, the warmth of your love and sympathy, is worth more than all your money." God's order of giving is found among the Corinthians "who first gave their own selves unto the Lord and unto others by the will of God." First you and then yours. If God gets us He gets all we have. Has He gotten you?The Prairie Overcomer.


Doves on the Wire

Just out of reach from my window stretches a wire which carries a heavy current of electricity for light and power. It is carefully insulated at every pole that supports it, and it is carried well out of common reach. If I could lean far enough out to touch it, death would be swifter than the tiger's leap or the serpent's sting—as swift as the lightning stroke.

Yet the doves light on it and take no harm. They fly from my window sill, where I sometimes feed them, to preen and rest upon it in safe content, and then fly off again to their search for food or nesting. The secret is that when they touch the full-powered wire they touch nothing else. They give themselves wholly to it. My danger would be that while I touched the wire I should also be touching the earth through the walls of my house, and the current would turn my body into a channel for escape. But they rest wholly on the wire and experience neither dread nor danger. They are one with it, and they are safe.

So would God have us seek our safety in complete self-surrender to His power and love. It is when we reach one hand to Him, while yet we keep fast hold on some forbidden thing with the other, that we are in danger.—Isaac Rankin, in The Friend.

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