Love Sermon Illustrations

Love Sermon Illustrations

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Love of Jesus

From off the throne eternal He came to earth below—
From off the throne eternal He came to bear our woe,
He came to scorn and hatred, He came to shame and loss,
He came to be a victim, to die on Calvary's cross—
To die alone in darkness, with none His grief to share
(And though He looked for sympathy, no sympathy was there)
Alone, amid the darkness He died for you and me;
Oh! the mighty love of Jesus, it could not greater be.
Tell me of earth no longer, tell me of earth no more—
The mighty love of Jesus has made my heart run o'er;
Oh, it is all so wondrous, it doth my thoughts confound-
] can but bow and worship with reverence profound.
That He should leave the glories of that bright home on high,
For me to come and suffer, for me, for me to die—
Is love beyond all measure, unbounded, full and free;
Oh! the wondrous love of Jesus, it could not greater be.
My heart and my affections how can I now retain?
Oh! how can I but love Him Who once for me was slain.
Ah no! I could not, would not, my love for Him deny—
For Him Who came to suffer—for me, for me to die.
This love I cannot measure—'tis love that has no end-
'Tis love that all things earthly completely doth transcend;
Eternal, untreated, unmeasured, full and free;
Oh! the mighty love of Jesus, it could not greater be.
A never-failing fountain is the precious love of Christ—
Its overflowing fullness hath my yearning heart sufficed;
A depth without a bottom, a sea without a shore,
Where my thirst has all been quenched, to wake again no more;
Or if it wakes,'tis only to drink again more deep
From that never-failing fountain, whose waters upward leap.
—So great, so vast, so mighty, unmeasured, full and free
Oh, the deep, sweet love of Jesus that satisfieth me.—John Macdonald

(Gal. 2. 20; Rom. 8. 35; Eph. 5. 2, 25; 1 John 4. 19)

Can you count me the leaves of the forest trees
Or the sand on the sea-washed shore,
Or the flowers bedecking the fragrant leas,
Or the grain in the harvest store?
If you can, then I'll tell you His love to me
Who died for my sins on Calvary's tree.

Can you count me the locks of glossy hair
On the blooming, youthful head?
Can you count me each particular star
That shines when the day is sped?
If you can, then I'll tell you His love to me
Who died for my sins on Calvary's tree?

Can you count me the blades of grass that grow
In the meadows all around,
Or the sparkling, glittering drops of dew
At the sun's uprising found?
But you cannot, and oh! I cannot tell
The depths of His love to me
Who died for my sins on Calvary's tree.

(John 15. 13; Gal. 2. 20; Eph. 5. 2)

Impelling Love

In 'Assembly Annals' Dr. H. A. Cameron relates the following incident:

`Over in Scotland it used to be the custom in the time of harvest for the women in farming districts to help in making and binding the sheaves after the mower had cut down the grain. On one occasion, a mother named Hannah Lamond, offered her services in that time of labor and to make the work easier took with her her little child, thinking that she could place it safely within easy reach where she could look at it now and then. But, busily occupied as everyone was, the reapers did not notice that an eagle which had its nest on a nearby mountain, had swooped down and snatched the sleeping child from its little bed among the sheaves, and carried it off, flying with its talons firmly fixed in the child's clothing. However, it had not risen far when the anguished cry went up: 'The eagle has taken awa' Hannah Lamond's bairn.'

`Consternation took hold of the men and women, and in their commotion they ran as rescuers to the foot of the rock where high up the eagle had its eyrie, and to which it had transported the child to become food for its eaglets. Some of the men made a valiant effort to scale the face of the rock but unable to get a footing they fell back defeated, and it seemed a hopeless task to recover the bairn before it would be destroyed by the eagle and torn to pieces. Among the men there was a sailor accustomed to climbing places where there was but little foothold, and he did his best to ascend that precipitous cliff, but after a vigorous endeavor he also gave up the attempt and acknowledged himself beaten. The people were frantic, yet helpless, and the child's case seemed absolutely hopeless.

`But who is this that now essays to do what all others had failed to accomplish? It is Hannah Lamond. Impelled by mother love she begins to ascend that vertical rock, and bit by bit, here and there finding a little projection upon which to place her foot, she gradually rises away from the plain, and at last accomplishes the seemingly impossible by reaching the eagle's nest. There the bird of prey with flapping wings and powerful beak, tries to beat her back and keep its victim, now lying in the nest among the eaglets, but, desperate though the bird's efforts are, they are not equal to the courage and determination of the mother of the child as she rescues it from death and destruction.

She now begins the more perilous descent, more difficult far than the first journey, and, marvellous to tell, she comes back as surely if not as swiftly as before. And great is the rejoicing among her friends, as they welcome her returning safe and sound from her heroic and dangerous and valorous task, another proof that "love will find a way" where everything else fails.'

(John 15. 13; Rom. 5. 6-8; Gal. 2. 20)

Love is the true Economist:
She breaks the box and gives her all,
Yet not one precious drop is missed
Since on His head and feet they fall.
Love is the truest Providence,
Since beyond time her gold is good;
Stamp'd o'er man's mean three hundred pence
With Christ's 'She hath done what she could.'

(Mark 14. 3-9; John 14. 15)

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