Race Sermon Illustrations

Race Sermon Illustrations

The ChristianRace

In one of the attempts to scale Mount Everest before the final successful attempt in 1953, Mallory and his friend made a final dash for the summit but failed, and to-day lie buried somewhere in the eternal snows. They failed in spite of their tremendous determination, intrepid courage, the discipline of long training, and the personal sacrifice of money and life, to reach the highest point of the highest mountain in the world. When one of the party, having returned to London, was giving a lecture, he had on the platform behind him a magnificent picture of Everest and, as he concluded his address, he turned round and apostrophised the mountain thus: 'We tried once to conquer you, and failed; we tried again, and you beat us; but we shall yet beat you, for you cannot grow bigger, but we can.'

(Phil. 3. 13, 14)

Atalanta, a beautiful Arcadian girl, daughter of King Schoenus, vowed never to marry. She had many suitors so, to free herself from them, she challenged them to a race, she carrying a dart while they carried nothing. Being exceedingly swift of foot, she felt sure she could outstrip all the competitors. The lovers started first, and she was to kill all she overtook, but, if one reached the goal before her, she promised to marry the successful suitor. Hippomenes ran with three golden apples in his hand, and as she gained on him, he threw down one of the apples after the other. Fascinated by the glittering gold, so easy to obtain, Atalanta stooped each time to pick them up, and thus Hippomenes won the race.

(1 Cor. 9. 24-27; Heb. 12. 1-3)

Race—Pressing On

Lord, make me deaf and dumb and blind
To all 'those things which are behind':
Deaf to the voice that memory brings
Accusing me of many things,
Dumb to the things my tongue could speak,
Reminding me when I was weak;
Blind to the things I still might see,
When they come back to trouble me.
Let me press on to Thy high calling
In Christ, Who keepeth me from falling.
Forgetting all that lies behind—
Lord, make me deaf, and dumb, and blind:
Like Paul, I then shall win the race
I would have lost but for Thy grace!
Forgetting all that I have done­—
‘Twas Thee, dear Lord, not I, who won.

(Phil. 3. 12-14)

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