Cross Sermon Illustrations

Cross Sermon Illustrations

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'Tis midnight, and on Olives' brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone:
'Tis midnight, in the garden now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone.

'Tis midnight; and from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone with fears;
E'en that disciple whom He loved
Heeds not His Master's grief and tears.

'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He that bath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by His God.William B. Tappan.

A missionary, in the wilds of Africa, was telling the heathen the wonderful story of the Lord Jesus Christ. The people gathered in the open, on a beautiful moonlight night, in a clearing in the forest. The missionary told them, in vivid language, of the wonderful miracles and life of Christ, and finally of His death on the cross. Seated on the front row was the chief. He had listened intently to all the missionary had said. As the missionary told of how Christ was nailed to the cross, the chief jumped to his feet and said, "Stop! Take Him down from the cross; I belong there, not Him!" He realized that he was a sinner, and that Christ was the Sinless One. Yes, Jesus took our place there, and died for us. Is it not wonderful. Scripture assures us, "Christ died for our sins," "the just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God." Have you ever thanked Him for dying for you?Christian Victory.

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Matthew Arnold, strolling home after the last Lord's Day of his life, remarked to a friend, "Those words we just sang are the finest in the English language." Mahatma Gandhi asked some missionaries who visited him during a fast to sing a hymn for him. "What hymn?" they inquired. "The hymn that expresses all that is deepest in your faith," he replied. Arnold and Gandhi were both speaking of that incomparably greatest of hymns, "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross." The whole meaning of life is contained in these lines.

When I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so Divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all. —Charles G. Hamilton, in The Witness.

Something More Than Repentance

A clergyman, talking about death-bed conversion, said to a Christian woman, "Do you think that a death-bed repentance does away with a whole life of sin?" "No." she answered quietly, "but Calvary does."—Sunday School Times.

Not "Do," But "Done"

One night a young man came into a Gospel meeting earnestly inquiring, "What must I do to be saved?" "You are too late," said a friend to the anxious inquirer. "Oh, do not say that," exclaimed the young man, "for I earnestly desire salvation; I would do anything or go anywhere to obtain it." "I cannot help it," said the other; "you are too late, for your salvation was completed many hundred years ago in the person of Jesus Christ, and it is a finished work. All you have to do is simply to accept it; for you have done nothing, and can do nothing, to merit salvation. It is a free gift to all who will accept it."—The King's Business

Salvation—How to Obtain It

An elderly widow visited her minister to obtain his signature on a paper for claiming an allowance made by her soldier son who was on foreign service. The man of God took the opportunity of pointing out the gospel message illustrated by her action, and said: "It is not your own work that gets you the benefit of this money?" "No! it is the work of my son. It is his wish that I have it. I have only to sign and get it." "Well, it is not by your work that you get salvation. It is through the work of the Son of God on Calvary. It is His will for you to enjoy the blessings of that work. All you have to do is put in your name and receive it."—Christian Herald.

Did you ever have the experience of someone actually bearing a punishment in your place? You yourself had done the wrong and another knowingly and lovingly took the blows for that wrong?

I shall not soon forget the story told of one of America's great men of God concerning his experience as a little lad. His mother had been very zealous to keep her home spick-and-span, and had given orders that the children were to respect her cleanliness and not to desecrate it. She was particular to give in­structions concerning the whiteness of the bed linens, of which she was justly proud. Definite punishment was promised to any of the family disobeying her orders.

Little James fully understood all the orders, but like many another little lad, he loved to play in mud and dirt. One day he made mud pies after a summer rain. Tired and weary of his "toil," he trod up the stairway into his mother's bedroom and was soon fast asleep, sprawled across her snowy white linens. In due time the mother arrived. Her household rules had been broken. James was guilty of gross disobedience and must be punished. In the nick of time, an older brother, hearing the confession and sobs from his mother's room, hastened to his brother's rescue. After a bit, he was convinced that his mother was right in her determination to punish James; her household rules had been broken, and since she was always true to her promises of reward as well as of punishment, it would not be right now to overlook the boy's disobedience.

As there was only one right way to help mother to keep her word and at the same time to deliver his little brother from the punishment due him, he bent his body over the little lad's and mother laid her blows of chastisement upon the innocent older brother in James' place.

I have an Elder Brother who has done the same for me. It was Jesus, who upon Calvary's cross bore the blows of the wrath of our righteous God against my sin. "God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us" (Rom. 5:8).—Courtesy Moody Monthly.

What Held Him to the Cross?

Not the nails, but His wondrous love for me,
Kept my Lord on the cross of Calvary,
Oh, what power could hold Him there—
All my sin and shame to bear?
Not the nails, but His wondrous love for me.Sunday School Times.

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