Love for Others Sermon Illustrations

Love for Others Sermon Illustrations

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When Catherine Booth Died

One night I read an account of the scenes around Catherine Booth as she lay in her coffin at Congress Hall: how the poorest of the poor felt she was specially theirs in death as in life; how ministers and members of Parliament and half-starved children of the slums were alike eager for a last look upon the face they loved. Roughs passed her weeping. Lost girls turned from her side and begged to be taken to some home where they could begin a new life. "That woman lived for me," a poor drunkard cried in anguish. They drew him aside; and down on his knees, he accepted pardon and promised that her God should be his. Three men knelt together one night at the head of the coffin and poured out their penitence to God and went out of the hall saved. Another said, "I've come sixty miles to see her again. She was the means of saving my two boys." What a thrilling testimony to one who had the "qualities of a Christian"—The King's Business.

Love—In Poetry or Prose?

A young woman who fancied herself a poetess, and who had her own ideas about love, once came with her poems to the editorial office of a New York magazine. The editor asked her what she wanted. She told him that she had some poems that she would like to have published in his magazine. "About what?" asked the editor. "All about love," she replied. "Well, what is love?" asked the editor. "Tell me." "Love," replied the young woman, casting her eyes heaven­ward, "is gazing upon a lily pond at night, by the shimmering moonbeams. when the lilies are in full bloom, and—" "Stop, stop, stop," cried the editor, curtly interrupting her, "you are all wrong —very, very wrong. I will tell you what love is: It is getting up cheerfully out of a warm bed on a cold winter morning, at two o'clock, to fill hot-water bottles for ailing children. That's real love. I'm sorry, but I don't think we can use your poems."Christian Union Herald.

Beating the Law Courts

You have probably heard of the man who bought a farm and soon after met his nearest neighbor. "Have you bought this place?" asked the neighbor. "Yes." "Well, you've bought a lawsuit." "How is that?" "Well, sir, I claim your fence down there is ten feet on my side of the line, and I'm going to take the matter to court and prove it." But the newcomer said, "Oh, no, you needn't do that. If the fence is on your side of the line, we will just take it up and move it." For a moment the other man was nonplused. Then he said, "Do you mean that?" "Why, yes, of course I do," was the answer. "Then," said the man who a moment before had been so pugnacious. "by George, that fence stays just where it is!" Christian brotherly love had made a friend and accomplished what no trial before the highest court in the land could have brought about.—Church Management.

"My Fee Will Be—"

Rev. Louis H. Evans, in The Presbyterian Survey, describes a few hours spent in the operating room of a medical missionary:

When he had finished, I stepped to his side. Gazing at his face, which was streaming wet from his exertions, and pale with the pallor that comes from keen anxiety and intense strain, I asked him: "Doctor, how can you stand it? Surely every day is not like this?"

He merely smiled.

"How much money would you have received in the States for an operation like this?"

"Oh, about six hundred dollars." "How much will you receive for this one?"

A strange light blazed into his tired eyes. I shall never forget his reply of that moment. "My fee," replied the missionary physician, "my fee will be this man's gratitude—and there can be no richer reward than that."

Some men's souls are too big to be contained within their breasts; they overflow in deeds of sympathy and toil and love.Earnest Worker.

Zwemer's Sermon Illustrated

After Dr. Samuel M. Zwemer had spoken very simply about the Lord Jesus Christ to the people in the waiting room of a mission hospital in Arabia, a Bedouin who had come five hundred miles to be treated said to him: "I understand all you told us, because I have seen that sort of man myself." And then he told this story: "He was a strange man. When people hurt him he did not seek revenge. He looked after the sick, the prisoners, those in trouble. He even treated Negro slave boys kindly. He seemed to think one man as good as another. He used to take long trips in the broiling sun to help somebody. He was just what you said." Dr. Zwemer had been telling about the love of Christ—its length and breadth and depth and height. The Bedouin had seen Dr. Zwemer's brother, Peter Zwemer, who had opened Christian work at Muscat in 1893 and had not lived many years to see the results. "By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples" (John 13:35).—Bible Expositor and Illuminator.

The Bond of Brotherhood

E. W. Caswell tells this story: "One of two brothers fighting in the same company in France, fell in battle. The one who escaped asked permission of his officer to go and bring his brother in. `He is probably dead,' said the officer, 'and there is no use in risking your life to bring in his body.' But after further pleading the officer consented. Just as the soldier reached the lines with his brother on his shoulders, the wounded man died. `There, you see,' replied the officer, `you have risked your life for nothing.' `No,' replied Tom, `I did what he expected of me and I have my reward. When I crept up to him, and took him in my arms, he said, "Tom, I knew yon would come. I just felt sure you would come." ' "—Ruth McDowell, in New CenturyLeader.

The Saviour's Sorrow

By way of illustrating the feelings of our blessed Lord on the night of His trial, when He was hurt more by Peter's denial than by the taunts and slaps of the Roman soldiers, Dr. P. W. Philpott tells the story of a father he once knew.

A fine Scotch Christian and successful business man had a son; a splendid, well educated and respected young fellow who was arrested for embezzlement. At the trial, where he was found guilty, the youth appeared unconcerned and nonchalant until the judge told him to stand for sentence, whereupon he looked over the lawyer's table and saw that his father too was standing. The once erect head and straight shoulders of an honest man were now bowed low with sorrow and shame as he stood to receive, as though it were himself, his son's condemnation. The son looked and wept bitterly.

Thus it was that Peter recognized in Jesus' look the sorrow caused only by one who is deeply loved. Peter saw and wept bitterly.—R. G. D.

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