Consecration Sermon Illustrations

Consecration Sermon Illustrations

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The Prior Claim

"Are the lawyers still searching for a clear title to Oakdeen?" asked John Kendricks of his friend. "Yes," responded De Costa, "they are still at it. They have traced the title back to Lord Mayor Woodroffe of England, who in 1660 took out a claim. But there is a prior claim, it seems, and I tell my wife that I should not be surprised to seeing Adam's name appearing on the title deed." "And even then," said Mr. Kendricks, "the title will not be clear; there is a prior claim." "Why, I thought Adam was the first man on this terrestrial ball!" said De Costa in surprise. "If we trace the title deeds of all estates to their origin we shall find in the most ancient of all land records this entry, 'In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth,' and across every title deed that has been executed in God's signature, `The earth is the Lord's, and the fullness thereof; the world and they that dwell therein,"' said Kendricks. "Then, if God's signature is upon all property, where does man's claim come in?" asked De Costa. "We are at best but his tenants, and if we recognize His ownership, we are but squatters," answered Kendricks.—Courtesy Moody Monthly.


"Who Follows in Their Train?"

Some three years ago in the city of Toronto, I read the blazing headlines and story of the death of John and Betty Stam in the daily paper. After reading how those two dear children of God laid down their lives for the Lord and the Chinese people, in my heart I softly but earnestly said, "Lord, I give my life to Thee once more — if it be Thy will, to take the place of these two saints in that heathen land of China." Little did I realize at that time that within three years I would be sent to the very station in which John Stam labored for a summer by himself, and later, after his marriage to Betty, for another six months.

My heart is indeed overjoyed because the Lord has counted me worthy to fill the very gap that the Home-going of his two children left. Do pray that I may be kept faithful to God and his work.—A farewell testimony by an outgoing missionary to China, in China's Millions.


"Crowned or Crucified"

I stood alone at the bar of God;
In the hush of the twilight dim,
And faced the question that pierced my heart:
"What will you do with Him?
Crown'd or crucified? Which shall it be?"
No other choice was offered to me.

I look'd on the face so marr'd with tears
That were shed in His agony;
The look in His kind eye broke my heart;
'Twas so full of love for me.
"The crown or the Cross" it seem'd to say
"For or against Me choose thou today!"

He held out His loving hands to me,
While His pleading voice said, "Obey!
Make Me thy choice, for I love thee so,"
And I could not say Him nay.
Crown'd, not crucified! this must it be;
No other way was open to me.

I knelt in tears at the feet of Christ,
In the hush of the twilight dim,
And all that I was or hoped or sought,
I surrendered unto Him.
Crown'd, not crucified! my heart shall know
No King but Christ, who loveth me so!—Anonymous.


Dig Deeper

Somewhere we have read of a farmer who once dug a well, and to this well he brought his horses and cattle to drink. From it he drew for a long time sufficient for all the needs of his herds, but a drought came one summer and the flow of water diminished in the well and ceased to refresh these herds. Consequently, he had to drive them to surrounding springs and brooks to give them necessary water.

One day a visitor stopped at his home and talked to him about his well. He said, "Why not dig the well deeper?"

"But," declared the farmer, "the next digging must be done through a layer of rock and flint."
The visitor was persistent and said, "Even so, though it is necessary to go through flint and rock, blast the rock and just a few more feet may give you the most refreshing stream of water you can imagine."

This was done and to the farmer's amazement and joy the blast brought in a gushing stream of water, which not only filled the well but overflowed it. It was a veritable gold mine to his homestead.

Is it not true that with many of us there has been a spiritual drought, and there is no water in our well? We have dug as far as the rock, but we have never gone through the rock. Too many Christian lives are after all only superficial. Dig deeper, brethren! Let's blast a few rocks and see if there will not come a stream of water of Divine grace that will so fill our hearts and lives with the glory of His grace, that serving Him and doing His will, in fact the whole routine of Christian life and duty, will become a joy and pleasure.—Selected.


O the bitter pain and sorrow,
That the time could ever be,
When I proudly said to Jesus,
All of Self and none of Thee.

But He sought me, I beheld Him,
Dying on the accursed tree,
And my feeble heart said faintly,
Some of self and some of Thee.

Higher than the highest mountain,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered,
None of self and ALL OF THEE.—Anonymous.


Who Has the Right of Way?

Are you willing to be a highway over which Jesus Christ shall come to your town and into the lives of your friends and neighbors? Right of way costs something. When President Garfield was shot, he was taken to an isolated home where he could have absolute quiet and rest in his fight for life, and a special railway was constructed to facilitate the bringing of doctors, nurses, and loved ones to his bedside. The engineers laid out the line to cross a farmer's front yard, but he refused to grant the right of way until they explained to him that it was for the President, when he exclaimed, "That is different. Why, if that railroad is for the President, you can run it right through my house." Are you willing to give Him right of way across your front yard? It may run right through some of your plans, or social engagements, or business appointments. But will you give Him the right of way.—Michigan Christian Advocate.

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