Sorrow Sermon Illustrations

Sorrow Sermon Illustrations

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Behind the clouds the sunlight lurks
To quicken the rain-drenched sod . . .
Behind life's darkest events rules the power
Of a light-renewing God.

So bless the travail of gloom-filled hours,
For joy oft is wrought in pain ..
And what if the day be dark? Thank God
That the sun must shine again!—Ian MacLennan.


The Darkness Reveals

As only the darkness of the night can reveal to us the beauty of the stars, so it is only in the dark hour of sorrow that there is revealed unto us in fullest measure the peace that Christ is able to give. In the time of happiness and prosperity our consciousness of our need of Him grows dim, but when troubles enshroud us like a cloud we learn that the more heavily we lean upon Him the more surely is His strength apparent in our weakness. He is adequate to meet our every need, however great that need may be; and no matter how heavy laden our hearts are, He is able when we come to Him to give us rest.—Christian Observer.


Testings for the Christian

If we are really Christians, we must expect severe tests. A soldier in the East Indies, a stalwart man who had been a prize fighter, was a terror to his regiment. He was converted, and the lion became a lamb. Two months afterward in the mess-room some of those who had been afraid of him before, began to ridicule him. One of them threw a basin of hot soup over him. The whole company gazed in breathless silence, expecting that the offender would be murdered. But after he had torn open his waistcoat and wiped his scalded breast, he turned around and said, "This is what I expected when I became a Christian!"—The Elim Evangel.


Night Perfumes

Most of us have noticed how fragrant the air is at night. Passing through a garden or a field of clover the very atmosphere seems to be laden with delightful perfumes. Scientists now tell us that certain varieties of roses are from thirty to forty per cent more fragrant at night than in the day, and that other varieties of flowers show an almost equally large percentage.

But it is not the flowers alone that give out their heaviest fragrance in the darkness. It is true of human lives also. It takes the night of sorrow to call forth their sweetest fragrance. Patience, sympathy, love, forgiveness—these and other rare perfumes are exhaled most freely when the skies are overcast and the way is hard to our feet. Many a one who has gone to the sick chamber to impart a word of encouragement or hope has testified that he has brought away infinitely more than he has given.—Selected.


The Sunless Valley

If we never find our path dipping down into the sunless valley, we may seriously question whether we have not missed our way to the Celestial City. The road to the Mount of Ascension invariably passes through the shadowed Garden of Gethsemane, and over the steep ascent of Calvary, and then down into the Garden of the grave.—F. B. Meyer.


Why Sit?

"He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." "Why sit?" we ask. "It is such delicate work I do not dare to stand," says the refiner. He never overdoes. He loves us too much to underdo. "I wish I had never been made," said a character in one of Marriot's books. "You are not made yet," was the answer, "and you are quarreling with the process." "How do you know when the metal is done?" we ask the refiner, and he tells us, "When I can see my face in it." Refining fire, go through my heart and all my sin consume!—Gospel Herald.


In the Dark Room

Some of you have stood within a dark room, and developed a film. You have seen the gradual strengthening of the image on the little strip of celluloid, until at last the picture stood forth clearly.

You know a little about photography. You know how the picture was obtained, by focusing the camera on the object you wanted to photograph, and upon no other object. You know how the camera maker, and you yourself as you held the camera, made sure that light should enter that camera and impinge on the film from no other object but the one you wanted to photograph.

You and I must think of our life as a kind of photograph, which, the closer it is seen and the more it is developed, shows the image of what we want to bc. If it is to show the image of a Christ-like character, then our whole being must be aimed at that. Everything else must be ruthlessly excluded. That is the price we must pay.—Ronald W. Thomson.


Recognizing the Road

A Spirit-filled worker connected with the African Inland Mission was giving his testimony after returning from a very dangerous service in the World War. He said that if someone sent him on a journey and told him the road to take, warning him that at a certain point he would come to a dangerous crossing of the river, at another point to a forest infested with wild beasts, he would come to that dangerous river crossing with the satisfaction of knowing that he was on the right road. So he told them that the Lord had predicted that Christians would have tribulation, and when the tribulations came he knew he was on the right road.—Sunday School Times.


God was better to me than all my hopes,
Better than all my fears;
For He made a bridge of my broken sighs,
And a rainbow of my tears.—Selected.


The Final Design

J. Stuart Holden tells of a visit he once made to a factory in the north of England, where costly China was being made. The thing which interested him most was the painting of the finished product. "It had been through many different processes," he said, "and was taken to the studio for the artists to complete. I saw the pattern being put on in various colors, and noticed that a great deal of black was being put on. On asking why, I was told, 'It is black now, but it will be gold when it comes out of the fire.'"

Is not this just as in our lives? What is put on black we do not recognize as gold at the time; and the thing which is gilding our lives—or is intended to do so —is very often put on in darkness and blackness.—Alliance Weekly.

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