Death Sermon Illustrations

Death Sermon Illustrations

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Moving Time

When John Quincy Adams was eighty years of age a friend said to him,

"Well, how is John Quincy Adams?"

"Thank you," he said; "John Quincy Adams is quite well. But the house where he lives is becoming dilapidated. It is tottering. Time and the seasons have nearly destroyed it, and it is becoming quite uninhabitable. I shall have to move out soon. But John Quincy Adams is quite well, thank you."—The Gospel Herald.


Voltaire at the End

The Christian physician who attended the French infidel, Voltaire, during his last illness, has left a testimony concerning the departure of this poor lost soul. He wrote to a friend as follows:

"When I compare the death of a righteous man, which is like the close of a beautiful day, with that of Voltaire, I see the difference between bright, serene weather and a black thunderstorm. It was my lot that this man should die under my hands. Often did I tell him the truth. `Yes, my friend,' he would often say to me, `you are the only one who has given me good advice. Had I but followed it I should not be in the horrible condition in which I now am. I have swallowed nothing but smoke. I have intoxicated myself with the incense that turned my head. You can do nothing for me. Send me a mad doctor! Have compassion on me—I am mad!'

"I cannot think of it without shuddering. As soon as he saw that all the means he had employed to increase his strength, had just the opposite effect, death was constantly before his eyes. From this moment, madness took possession of his soul. He expired under the torments of the furies."—Our Hope.


Her Fear Forgotten

All my life I entertained a great fear of death, till one of my own children went to be with the Lord. During the funeral service the minister told the fol­lowing story: "A shepherd led his flock to the banks of a swiftly flowing stream. Sheep are naturally afraid of rapidly running water. The shepherd could not induce them to cross until he picked up a little lamb and stepped with it into the river, bearing it carefully and tenderly to the opposite shore. When the mother saw where her lamb had gone, she forgot her fear and stepped into the rushing current and was soon safely on the other side. All the rest of the flock followed her leadership."—Sunday School Times.


Nothing Between

When Samuel Rutherford was dying he said, "I am in the happiest pass to which man ever came. Christ is mine, and I am His; and there is nothing now between me and resurrection, except  Paradise."—The King's Business.


"And He Died"

Henry Goodear, a merchant living in London, was very much inclined to scoff at the Bible and its teaching.

One day his niece, Mary Goodear, persuaded him to go to church, "just to please her." Greatly to her grief the lesson was from the fifth chapter of Genesis. As the verses were read she could only shrink back in her place. Why had God permitted such an uninteresting list to be read this day of all others?

Mr. Goodear made no comment as he and his niece walked homewards. A lit­tle quieter, a little more thoughtful than usual, that was all. And yet, with every passing footstep, every tread of his own feet, every throb of his heart, came the refrain, "And he died."

Up in his own room that night went Henry Goodear, and each hour, as it struck from Big Ben, seemed to echo the words, "And he died."

The next morning, busy at his ledger, as usual, his pen seemed to trace the words, "And he died." "This will never do," thought Mr. Goodear, as he failed in a simple addition. "I must read that chapter." So, as soon as he reached home the half-forgotten family Bible was opened, and he read the words again, "All the days that Adam lived were nine hundred and thirty years: and he died." "All the days of Seth were nine hundred and twelve years: and he died." "All the days of Enos were nine hundred and five years: and he died."

Right to the end of the chapter read Mr. Goodear. Wicked or good, the same simple story was told of each, "He lived—and he died."

The Spirit of God can use the most unlikely of instruments. By this uninteresting list of facts Mr. Goodear's life was entirely changed. He was living—and he would have to die, and what then?

That very night this London merchant gave himself to the Lord, who has said, he that "believeth in Me shall never die."
I think, don't you, that we may learn something from the left-out portion, even if it seems an uninteresting list?—L. O. C., in The Gospel Banner.


Safe on the Rock

A Welsh lady, when she lay dying, was visited by her minister. He said to her, "Sister, are you sinking?" She answered him not a word, but looked at him with incredulous eye. He repeated the question, "Sister, are you sinking?" She looked at him again, as if she could not believe he would ask such a question. At last, rising a little in her bed, she said, "Sinking! Sinking! Did you ever know a sinner to sink through a Rock? If I had been standing on the sand, I might sink; but, thank God, I am on the Rock of Ages, and there is no sinking there."—Spurgeon's Sermons.


Conqueror of Death

Well might old Trapp, the commentator, say: 'This is the boldest and bravest challenge that man ever rang in the ears of death. Death is here out-braved, called craven to the face, and bidden to do his worst.' O Death, where is thy sting, O Grave where is thy victory?' The apostle, however, is not yet done. 'The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be unto God that giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.' The battle has been fought and the victory gained by the Crucified One, of whom Renan wrote, `Complete Conqueror of death, take possession of Thy Kingdom, whither shall follow Thee, by the royal road which Thou hast traced, ages of worshippers.'—Dr. Brookes

He hell in hell laid low;
Made sin, He sin o'erthrew;
Bow'd to the grave, destroyed it so,
And death by dying slew.

(Cor. 15. 55-57; Heb. 2. 14)

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