March Sermon Illustrations

March 04, 2010

The Master's Touch

If the Master deigns to touch with divine power the cold and pulseless heart of the buried acorn, causing it to burst forth into a new life, will He leave neglected in the earth the soul of man, made in the image of his Creator? If lie stoops to give to the rosebush, whose withered blossoms float upon the autumn breeze, the sweet assurance of another springtime, will He refuse words of hope to the sons of men when the frosts of winter come?

If matter, mute and inanimate, though changed by the forces of Nature into a multitude of forms, can never die, will the imperial spirit of man alone suffer annihilation, after it has made a brief visit, like a royal guest, to this tenement of clay? No; I am as sure that there is another life as I am that I live today.

Some time ago while in Cairo, I was shown a few grains of wheat that had slumbered for more than 3,000 years in an Egyptian tomb. As I gazed upon those grains of wheat, this thought came into my mind, that if one of them had been planted upon the banks of the Nile the next year after it was grown, and all of its lineal descendants had been harvested and planted from that day to this, its progeny would be sufficiently numerous to feed the teeming millions of this world.

There is an unbroken chain of life that connects the earliest grain with the one which we now sow and reap. If there is an invisible something in a grain of wheat which enables it, when warmed by the sunshine and nurtured by the rain, to discard its old body, and build out of the earth and air a new one so much like the old that you cannot tell the one from the other, and transmit its own likeness through 3,000 generations, I need not fear that my soul will have the power to clothe itself with a new body, suited to another existence, when this earthly frame has crumbled into dust.—Wm. Jennings Bryan.

Subjects: Nature, God

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