Cross Sermon Illustrations

Cross Sermon Illustrations

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Another Thought of Me

When George Nixon Briggs was Governor of Massachusetts three of his friends visited the Holy Land. While there, they climbed Golgotha's slope and cut from the summit a small stick to be used as a cane. On their return home, they presented it to the Governor, saying, "We wanted you to know that when we stood on Calvary we thought of you." Accepting the gift with all due courtesy and gratitude, the Governor tenderly added: "But I am still more thankful, gentlemen, that there was Another who thought of me there."

"He thought of you, He thought of me,
When hanging there in agony;
O wondrous love of you and me,
It broke His heart on Calvary!"The Pentecostal Testimony.

What They Sing in Heaven

Some years ago, a minister was asked by a woman to go and visit her husband. He talked with him a few minutes about his physical condition and then asked about his soul. "Well," said he, "I think my chances for getting to Heaven are pretty good." The minister then said to him, "You believe that Heaven is a reality and that your soul is a reality, and that you hope soon to be happy in Heaven forever. You must have some reason for this. Will you please tell me what it is?'.' The man thought a moment and then responded, "Well, I've always been kind to my wife and children, and I have not intentionally wronged my fellow men."

"That's all very good," said the minister. "But what kind of place do you think Heaven is, and what do you think they do there?"

"Well," answered the man, "I think there is no sin or sorrow there. It must be a happy place, and I think they sing there a good deal."

"Yes," answered the minister, "they do sing there, and I'll read you one of the songs they sing." And opening his Bible to the first chapter of Revelation he read: "Unto Him that loved us and washed us from our sins in His own Blood."

"That is what they sing about; not what they have done, but what Christ has done. Suppose you were there, and had got there by the way you hope to get there, because you had been good to your family and had never intentionally wronged your fellow men; would you be able to join in that song about Him that loved us and washed us from our sins in His own Blood?"

The man was silent for a time, and then said, "I had never thought of that before!"

My friend, you think of your friends within the veil. You hope one day to join them. But can you sing the song that they sing? Is your faith in Him who loved you and died for you? When you enter within the veil could you join in that song unto Him that loved us and washed us from our sins in His own Blood?—From a sermon, "Our Friends within the Veil," by Dr. Clarence Edward Macartney.

God's Purity

A story is told of a North of England woman who hung out her week's washing, and was proud of its whiteness, till a snowstorm covered everything with its mantle of chastity. Then, seeing the garments which had been her pride an hour before shown up by a background of ineffable purity, she exclaimed in despair: "What can a poor woman do against God Almighty's snow?"

So in the white radiance of that life which is the Light of men, we are led to exclaim, "What can any man or woman do against the purity of God Almighty's Christ?" Truly He works, in the hearts of those who fain would serve Him best, the deepest consciousness of deviation within.—Henry Howard, in Fast Hold on Faith.

Who Can Forgive Sins?

In R. Moffatt Gautrey's book entitled, The Glory of Going On, he gives this incident: "Not many months ago in an Oxfordshire village, an old saint lay dying. For over eighty years she had been on pilgrimage to Zion, until her face had grown bright with heaven's approaching glory. An Anglo-Catholic priest, under the misapprehension that none of his parishioners could find access to the celestial city unless he unlocked the gate, came to visit her. `Madam,' he said, `I have come to grant you absolution.' And she, in her simplicity, not knowing what the word meant, inquired, `What is that?' `I have come to forgive your sins,' was the reply. 'May I look at your hand?' she answered. Gazing for a moment at the hand of the priest, she said, `Sir, you are an imposter.' 'Imposter!' the scandalized cleric protested. `Yes, sir, an imposter. The Man who forgives my sin has a nail print in His palm.' "—Indian Christian.

A Penalty Necessary

A person once said to me: "I hate your God; your God demands blood. I don't believe in such a God. My God is merciful to all. I do not know your God."

If you will turn to Leviticus 17:11, you will find why God demands blood: "For the life of the flesh is in the blood; and I have given it to you upon the altar to make an atonement for your souls; for it is the blood that maketh an atone­ment for the soul."

Suppose there was a law that man should not steal, but no penalty was attached to stealing; some man would have my pocketbook before dinner. If I threatened to have him arrested, he would snap his fingers in my face. He would not fear the law, if there was no penalty. It is not the law that people are afraid of; it is the penalty attached.

Do you suppose that God has made a law without a penalty? What an absurd thing it would be! Now, the penalty for sin is death: "The soul that sinneth, it shall die." I must die, or got somebody to die for me. If the Bible doesn't teach that, it doesn't teach anything. And that is where the atonement of Jesus Christ comes in.—D. L. Moody.

Dishwasher with the Soul of a King

A Matanuska Valley, Alaska, dishwasher recently was awarded the Carnegie Hero Medal for unusual bravery and devotion exhibited in sticking with an exhausted friend through an Alaskan blizzard instead of pushing on to safety alone. He is Roy (Slim) Tipton, a colonist in the government's resettlement experiment in Alaska, and his bravery cost him heavily, for he lost both feet, the use of one arm, and suffered permanent disfigurement of his face, all from freezing. The man whose life he tried to save was George Martin of Seattle, who died later from exposure, but not until a rescue party had taken him and Tipton out of the Valdez glacier where they were found. If Martin had lived we presume that every little while he would have looked upon Tipton who lost both feet and an arm for him. He would have looked upon the face of Tipton, a face forever horribly marred and scarred because of love for him. Then he would not have been able to see at all for a while because of the hot tears gushing from his eyes. There are a great many marred and scarred people in this world who gave all they had to the people they loved. And supremely there is Jesus: "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed" (Isa. 53:5).—United Presbyterian.

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