Sorrow Sermon Illustrations

Sorrow Sermon Illustrations

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The Song of the Martyrs

Many Japanese converts died in the terrible persecution of Christians in Japan in the 16th century. On one occasion a nobleman of the highest rank, his wife and their six young children, with upwards of forty other Christians, were sent to the stake. It was a dark :light before fire was set to their several piles; but as soon as the smoke had cleared away the martyrs were seen amid the bright flames in which they stood, with eyes fixed on Heaven, their forms motionless and erect as though they had been chiseled out in stone. In very horror the spectators were silent, and the hush of death was upon the midnight air when suddenly from out of that fiery furnace a flood of melody was poured—men and women and children singing the praises of the Living God as sweetly and with notes as true as though the red and thirsty flames had been but the dews of Heaven upon their brows. The sighs and prayers of the Christian watchers, which could no longer be repressed, the shouts and execrations of the soldiers and executioners, soon mingled with this death-song. The music of that marvelous choir died gradually away; the sudden failing of each gladsome voice, the silent sinking of each upright form telling that another and yet another had yielded to his doom.—The Dawn.


Remember the Love of God

A few years ago there was found in an African mine, the most magnificent diamond in the world's history. It was presented to the king of England to blaze in his crown of state. The king sent it to Amsterdam to be cut. It was put in the hands of an expert lapidary. And what do you suppose he did with it? He took this gem of priceless value He cut a notch in it. Then he struck it a hard blow with his instrument and, lo, the superb jewel lay in his hands cleft in twain. What recklessness! What wastefulness! Not so. For days and weeks that blow had been studied and planned. Drawings and models had been made of the gem. Its quality, its defects, its lines of cleavage had all been studied with minutest care. The man to whom it was committed was one of the most skillful lapidaries in the world.

Do you say that blow was a mistake? Nay, it was the climax of the lapidary's skill. When he struck that blow, he did the one thing which would bring that gem to its most perfect shapeliness, radiance and jeweled splendor. That blow which seemed to ruin the superb precious stone was in fact its perfect redemption. For from these two halves were wrought the two magnificent gems which the skilled eye of the lapidary saw hidden in the rough, uncut stone as it came from the mines.

You are the most priceless jewel in the world to God. And He is the most skilled lapidary in the universe. Some day you are to blaze in the diadem of the Kiny.—James H. McConkey.


Against a Thorn

Once I heard a song of sweetness
As it cleft the morning air,
Sounding in its blest completeness,
Like a tender pleading prayer;
And I sought to find the singer,
Whence the wondrous song was born.
And I found a bird, sore wounded,
Pinioned by an ugly thorn.

I have seen a soul of sadness
While its wings with pain were furled,
Giving hope and cheer and gladness
That should bless a weeping world;
And I knew that life of sweetness,
Was of pain and sorrow borne,
And a stricken soul was singing
With its heart against a thorn.

Ye are told of One who loves you,
Of a Saviour crucified,
Ye are told of nails that pinioned,
And a spear that pierced His side;
Ye are told of cruel scourging,
Of a Saviour bearing scorn,
And He died for your salvation,
With His brow against a thorn.

Ye are not above the Master!
Will you breathe a sweet refrain?
And His grace will be sufficient,
When your heart is pierced with pain;
Will you live to bless His loved ones,
Tho' your life be bruised and torn,
Like a bird that sang so sweetly
With its heart against a thorn?—The Sunshine News.


Be Careful with that Thorn

The pearl oyster sometimes receives into its tiny shell a sharp and irritating grain of sand. The most natural thing would be to throw it out. But this would only rasp and irritate its sensitive flesh. and produce pain, disease, and death. Instead of this, it throws out an exquisite crystalline fluid with which it covers and smothers the rude obstruction, and makes it free from all friction and annoyance, until gradually the rough grain of sand turns into a beautiful pearl.

Be careful what you do with that thorn that was given you, or you may miss the most precious experience of your life.

The Lord Jesus can meet the most trying circumstances of your life with His love, and grace, and comfort.—Gospel Herald.


A Changed Torrent

In the Canton of Bern, in the Swiss Oberland, a mountain stream rushes in a torrent toward the valley, as if it would carry destruction to the villages below; but, leaping from the sheer precipice of nearly nine hundred feet, it is caught in the clutch of the winds, and sifted down in fine, soft spray whose benignant showering covers the fields with perpetual green. So sorrow comes, a dashing torrent, threatening to destroy us; but by the breath of God's Spirit it is changed as it falls, and pours its soft, gentle showers upon our hearts, bedewing our withering graces, and leaving rich blessings upon our whole life.—God's Revivalist.


Trouble Tells

Dr. W. M. Taylor in his book, David, King of Israel, says: "Traveling once on a train, among my fellow passengers was a little child who romped and was at home with everybody. Had anyone looked at her while she was frolicking thus, he would not have been able to tell to whom she belonged—she seemed to be the property of everyone. But soon the engine gave a loud shriek as we plunged into a dark tunnel, and in a moment the child flew like a bird to nestle herself in a lady's lap. I knew then who was her mother. So in the day of prosperity the good man may go hither and thither and there may not be very much to tell whose he is; but let him be sent through some dark tunnel of affliction and you will see at once to whom he belongs."—Christian Beacon.

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