Resurrection Sermon Illustrations

Resurrection Sermon Illustrations

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They Were Never There

When Fricourt on the Somme was taken by the Allies in July, 1916, the village cemetery was found to have been heaved and shattered to bits as by an earthquake. Afterwards, when the Germans went right back to the "Hindenburg line," the peasants came trickling up to their village and sought out the cemetery; but the cemetery was no longer there. They lamented and said, "Where are our dead?" A priest of theirs was standing by, and he said to them, "Children, our departed were never there!" Then they wept afresh, but now with joy as of a new discovery, and they were much comforted. It took the thundering earthquake wrought by monstrous shells to open their minds to this shining Christian truth. And yet this revealing earthquake had taken place 1,900 years ago for all to know and see.—Dr. A. Boyd Scott, in the British Weekly.


The Master's Touch

The famous clock in Strasburg Cathedral had a mechanism so complicated that it seemed to the ignorant and superstitious almost a work of superhuman skill. The abused and offended maker, while as yet unpaid for his work, came cne day and touched its secret springs, and it stopped. All the patience and ingenuity of a nation's mechanics and artisans failed to restore its disordered mechanism and set it in motion. Afterward, when his grievances were redressed, that maker came again, touched the inner springs, and set it again in motion, and all its multiplied parts revolved again obedient to his will. When thus by a touch, he suspended and restored those marvelous movements, he gave to any doubting mind proof that he was the maker, and certainly the master, of that clock. And when Jesus of Nazareth brings to a stop the mechanism of nature, makes its mighty wheels turn back, or in any way arrests its grand movement—more than all, when He cannot only stop, but start again, the mysterious clock of human life—He gives to an honest mind overwhelming proof that He is God. For a malignant power might arrest or destroy, but only God could reconstruct and restore.—A. T. Pierson.


Christ Has Risen!

Tomb, thou shalt hold Him no longer;
Death is strong, but life is stronger;
Stronger than the dark, the light;
Stronger than the wrong, the right;
Faith and hope triumphant say,
Christ will rise on Easter Day.

While the patient earth lies waking,
Till the morning shall be breaking,
Shivering 'neath the burden dread
Of her Master cold and dead,
Hark! she hears the angels say,
Christ will rise on Easter Day.

And when sunrise smites the mountains,
Pouring light from heavenly fountains,
Then the earth blooms out to greet
Once again the blessed feet;
And the countless voices say,
Christ has risen on Easter Day.—Phillips Brooks, reprinted from Moody Monthly.


The Watchword—Lutanda

Dan Crawford used to tell how, when his Africans were on the march and night was coming on, they would lie down to sleep. But before dropping off to sleep there would pass from group to group about the fires the watchword Lutanda ("Morning Star") . It was a laconic agreement to be up and ready to move when the morning star appeared. To Mr. Crawford it was ever a parable for those who lay down in their last sleep with heart and mind fixed on Him who is the Bright and Morning Star, and who will awaken the sleeping to res­urrection life and glory.—The King's Business.


Her Easter Picture

In an art school a prize was offered to the one who should draw the most beautiful Easter card. Every girl's heart and brain was busy, except one, and she never again would be well and strong. All day she must sit and press her patient face against the one bright window and watch her classmates go to and from school. At her side was a rose bush that had blossomed many times but now its branches were slowly withering. On the other side was a lily just showing a pure white bud. Easter was drawing near and all the other girls had finished their drawings but she could think of nothing but her sufferings.

One day she saw an ugly caterpillar crawling on the withered rose bush and said to her nurse, "I am just like that poor, tired caterpillar that can only crawl around and lie in the sun." The nurse tried to comfort her by telling how the ugly worm made a gorgeous butterfly. Not long after, one bright sunny morning the sick girl cried out in great delight: "Look at that beautiful creature on my lily. Where did it come from? Someone must have opened the window!" There on the open lily rested an exquisite butterfly. On the dry sand of the rose pot lay only a little hairy skeleton. The caterpillar had left his old shell at last and risen into the new life and glory of a butterfly. Suddenly the sick girl exclaimed, "I've got my Easter picture!" Pencils and colors were quickly brought and her eager fingers painted in one corner of a card, the rose bush and ugly caterpillar; in the other a pure white lily and the beautiful butterfly. Her picture was sent in with the others. When Easter morning dawned, the teacher held a beautiful card before the class and told them the prize had been given to the little sufferer whose patient face had so often looked out on them from between the lily and the rose. As her name was read, every scholar clapped their hands in wonder and joy.Gospel Herald.


The Declining Years

When Dr. Rees preached last in North Wales, a friend said to him, "You are whitening fast, Dr. Rees." The old gentleman did not say anything then, but when he got into the pulpit, he said, "There is a wee white flower that comes at this season of the year. Sometimes it comes up through the snow and frost, but we are all glad to see the snowdrop, because it proclaims that winter is over and the summer is at hand. A friend has reminded me that I am whitening fast. But heed not that, brother; it is to me a proof that my winter will soon be over; that I shall have done presently with the cold east winds and the frosts of earth, and that my summer, my eternal summer is at hand."—United Methodist.


The headstone over a little mound in a cemetery bears just these words: "Freddy!" as if someone called, and underneath, "Yes, Father!" as if someone answered.Sunday at Home.

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