Consecration Sermon Illustrations

Consecration Sermon Illustrations

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Why Harkness Couldn't

One of the State societies at Los Angeles was holding its annual reunion. Three thousand people had gathered in a beautiful grove and had partaken of a hearty lunch. The president of the society announced that a musical program would be given. Robert Harkness, the well-known Christian pianist, then rendered a few numbers of old sacred melodies with variations, which were received with enthusiasm. Then the presi­dent announced that three young ladies would perform a special dance, and asked Mr. Harkness to play for them. Much to his surprise and chagrin he received a polite negative reply. The president appeared before the throng and announced that Mr. Harkness had refused to play. Mr. Harkness arose and said, "My reason for not playing for the dance is simply that my talent is not my own. It is devoted wholly to the service of Christ."Grace and Truth.


A Young Jew's Choice

At a Sunday school anniversary a boy of Jewish caste, with piercing eyes, rose and repeated, "Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee," in a voice so thrilling as to move the whole audience. Many eyes were moist, for the story of the young Jew was known. His father had told him he must either leave the Sunday school or quit home forever, and the words of the hymn showed what he had given up to follow Christ. The meeting was inspired with new life. Friends and businessmen secured him a situation by which he could earn his own living. Christian at Work.


The Other Half

Several years ago I heard Dr. Glover, of the China Inland Mission, tell of a consecration meeting he had held in a certain church. Many arose in answer to the invitation to give their hearts to God for service. Seven years later he returned to the same church and in answer to another similar invitation some of the same persons stood. He then said, "Seven years ago some of you stood, saying, `Lord, here am I,' but you must have forgotten to say, `Send me.' "—Courtesy Moody Monthly.


What Part?

The new church was at last completed, and one of the officials approached the bishop of the diocese with a request to come and consecrate the building. "What part do you want me to take in the dedication service?" asked the bishop. "Take in the whole thing from underpinning to steeple," replied the other. That is consecration— all life's energies and resources devoted to one great purpose.—British Weekly.


Complete Consecration

When the soldiers of Napoleon's army were invading Russia, they came to a village from which all the inhabitants had fled except one man. He was a Russian peasant, a woodsman, and still carried his ax in his leather belt. When the French captain saw him he ordered him to be shot immediately. The soldiers fell in and leveled their guns, but the man did not seem afraid, looking fearlessly down the gun barrels. The French captain noticed this, and before the soldiers could pull their triggers, ordered them to lower their guns.

He then ordered that the peasant's life should be spared. "But," said he, "we will put a mark on him—we will brand him." So the branding iron was brought out and placed in the fire. Then it was placed upon the Russian's hand. The man saw his own flesh burn and quiver, but he did not flinch or cry out. After the iron was removed the peasant saw the letter "N" branded on his palm. "What is that?" he asked.

"This is the letter `N' and it stands for Napoleon; you belong to Napoleon now," replied the captain.

For a moment the poor man did not know what to do or say. His pain was intense. Then an idea occurred to him. He had always been a loyal and patriotic Russian. Now was the time to show it, even in the presence of his enemies. At once he placed his burned hand on something solid. The French soldiers looked on, laughing and jeering at him. The brave man took the ax out of his belt, and swinging it high, brought it down with such might that he severed his own hand. "There," he said to the soldiers, "the hand may belong to Napoleon, but I am a Russian. If I must die, I will die a Russian."

This is the spirit needed in the church today, both among ministers and members. Our Christianity has become too soft and easy. To some people the symbol of Christianity is a rocking chair instead of a Cross. Most of us do not suffer or sacrifice enough for our faith. If we did, we would love it more. We ought to love our Lord and His cause more than any person or thing. Laymen and ministers need complete consecration to give them power to work for the Lord. This power can be had if we are willing to pay the price, the price of sacrifice and self-denial.—Rev. Joseph D. Ryan, in The Presbyterian.


Said Betty Stam

"Lord, I give up my own purposes and plans, all my own desires, hopes, and ambitions (whether they be fleshly or soulish), and accept Thy will for my life. I give myself, my life, my all utterly to Thee, to be Thine forever. I hand over to Thy keeping all of my friendships; all the people whom I love are to take second place in my heart. Fill me and seal me with Thy Holy Spirit. Work out Thy whole will in my life, at any cost, now and forever. To me to live is Christ. Amen. (1 These. 523, 24; Phil. 1:21.)" Nine years later, on December 8, 1934, Betty and her husband, John Starr, calmly and bravely laid down their lives for Christ when they were martyred by Chinese Communists. As Mrs. Scott spoke of lessons of trust and faithfulness from the lives of John and Betty, she said she believed that Betty's victory over the power of the Enemy in that dark hour in 1934 had been won at Keswick in 1925. Betty was victor in the crisis because, years before, she had utterly yielded herself to the Lord Jesus Christ and trusted him to be her Victor. Sunday School Times.


Indian Must Lay Down Indian

Once an Indian lived alone, hunting and trapping in the Selkirk Mountains. His family had all been killed by a band of white hunters, and he grew up a wild man. At length another trapper, a white man, came to the mountains to live. He was kind and patient, and gradually the wild boy came to trust him and love him, and slowly entered into the love of Jesus Christ, as the white man taught him. After many months of thought, one moonlit night on top of a noble peak, the young Indian dressed himself in all his heathen finery, took his friend's hand, knelt and prayed silently. Then he rose and made his confession of his new purpose, suiting the action to the word:

Indian lay down blanket,
Indian lay down pipe,
Indian lay down tomahawk,
Indian lay down Indian.

Well may all of us learn a lesson from that child of the forest. What Christ requires of us is not some modifications, more or less complete, of our old life of sin and selfishness and doubt, but that we walk with Him in entire newness of life. Indian must lay down Indian.—Alliance Weekly.

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