Resurrection Sermon Illustrations

Resurrection Sermon Illustrations

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Victory by Death

I had a bed of asters last summer that reached clear across my garden in the country. Oh, how gaily they bloomed! They were planted late. On the sides were yet fresh blossoming flowers, while the tops had gone to seed. Early frost came, and I found one day that the long line of radiant beauty was seared, and I said, "Ah ! the season is too much for them; they have perished." I disliked to go and look at the bed, it looked so like a graveyard of flowers.

But, four or five weeks ago one of my men called my attention to the fact that along the whole line of that bed there were asters coming up in the greatest abundance; and I looked, and behold, for every plant that I thought the winter had destroyed, there were fifty plants that it had planted.

What did those frosts and surly winds do? They caught my flowers, they slew them, they cast them to the ground, they trod with snowy feet upon them, and they said, leaving their work, "This is the end of you !" And the next spring there were for every root, fifty witnesses to rise up and say, "By death we live." And as it is in the floral tribe, so it is in God's kingdom. By death came everlasting life.—Streams in the Desert.


Our Lord's Loving Purpose

"The other day," writes Dr. Gray, in the January Moody Bulletin, "I read of a traveler in Portugal who saw a fisherman's wife at the waterside holding an infant child by the hand. They were opposite a deep and dangerous spot, and the mother was leading the boy toward the brink. When the ripples of the water wet his feet he was alarmed and clung to her. But with soft and affectionate caresses she led him there again and again, until at length, emboldened by her encouragement, he toddled down alone. The traveler trembled at the risk and uttered an exclamation, for a few feet farther the water deepened dangerously. But there was no real cause for alarm. The mother's eye was on the boy and her hand was ready to catch him before he went too far. `What are you doing?' the traveler asked. `Drawing out his fear,' the woman answered. Ah, dear friends," says Dr. Gray, "there is a tenderer, surer Hand that guides our earthly way, `drawing out our fear."' So Christ, by an oft reiteration of the worst that lay before Him led His disciples to the very brink of the abyss itself and pointed to them the hope of the resurrection.Sunday School Times.


What Was It that Set Us Free

If you lay imprisoned in some great fortress, and one who loved you went forth to try to rescue you, and fell and died fighting, you would cherish the memory of your friend's valiant effort on your behalf, but you would still remain in chains, undelivered. So it would have been with those whom Christ came to save if He had not risen; those for whom He gave His life would have been undelivered. But Christ has conquered death and holds in His hands the keys of the grave.—Dr. J. R. Miller.


What saith the empty tomb to me
This hallowed Easter morn?
It speaks of life and victory,
And glorious hope new-born.

It tells of One who hung in shame
Upon a cross of woe,
That all who call upon His name
Eternal life might know.

It tells me He bath risen indeed,
And at the Father's throne
Now daily stands to intercede
For His redeemed, His own.

It tells me that because He lives,
I too shall never die;
And everlasting hope it gives
Of joy with Him on high.

It tells me death is overthrown—
Yea, 'tis a conquered foe,
For Christ the way of life bath shown
Through Calvary's cross of woe.

What saith the empty tomb today?
It saith, "The Lord bath risen,
Dispelling evermore the gloom
Of death's foreboding prison."

It saith, "Look unto Him and live,
For He bath power to save;
Life everlasting He doth give,
And vict'ry o'er the grave!"—Avis B. Christiansen.


Dr. Meyer Going Home

Surely never was a more touching letter written than this by Dr. F. B. Meyer when he knew that his time on earth was now very short. It was to Pastor D. J. Findlay, of Glasgow.

"MY DEAR F. AND WIFE,—To my surprise I have just been told that my days and hours are numbered. It may be that before this reaches you I shall have gone into the Palace. Don't trouble to write. We shall meet in the morning.—With much love, yours affectionately.

F. B. MEYER.Pathway of Blessing.


"The Place Where God Is"

"Doctor, I want you to get me well by Sunday!" said a dear little lad not yet five years old, stricken suddenly with a fatal disease. "Why, my boy?" asked the kind doctor. "Well, you know, teacher showed us the tabernacle last Sunday. We saw all the outside, but there was a curtain, and teacher said the priest went in behind it to speak to God, and she is going to show us about it next Sunday. Oh, Doctor, shan't I be able to go? I do so want to see inside where God was." The doctor had walked to the window while Charlie was speaking, but now came back, and laying a caressing hand on the child's feverish brow he said softly, "Next Sunday, dear, you may see the place where God is." Next Sunday he had passed away—the little white crib was empty. Little Charlie had passed from earth to "the place where God is."The Life Line.


The Price Accepted

In the market squares of the Orient, merchants display their articles for sale. The purchaser lays down the price beside something that he desires. The moment the merchant lifts the price, the sale is made. The act is an indication that the price lifted has been accepted. At the cross, Christ laid down His life. On the third day, God lifted the price. Thus it is that we can say in the words of another, "When Christ was crucified, the law was magnified, justice was satisfied, sin was nullified, God was glorified, and the sinner was justified."—The King's Business.

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