Sorrow Sermon Illustrations

Sorrow Sermon Illustrations

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Praise for Thorns

We do not understand that we are to give thanks for evil in itself, but we may offer praise for the overruling of it for good. Again, many things that we regard as misfortunes are blessings. Trials and crosses are often among the greatest blessings in disguise, for it is only through such disciplinary processes that the character is perfected. When we consider that the disagreeable is indispensable enrichment and strengthening of character, we see that we should offer thanks for this phase of experience, as well as the agreeable. What a change would be wrought in our lives if we thus acted.

George Matheson, the well-known blind preacher of Scotland, now with the Lord, says: "My God, I have never thanked Thee for my 'thorn'? I have thanked Thee a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my `thorn'; I have been looking forward to a world where I shall get compensation for my cross, but I have never thought of my cross as itself a present glory. Teach me the glory of my cross; teach me the value of my 'thorn.' Show me that I have climbed to Thee by the path of pain. Show me that my tears have made my rainbow."—Pittsburgh Christian Advocate.


Perfect Through Suffering

God never would send you the darkness,
If He felt you could bear the light;
But you would not cling to His guiding hand,
If the way were always bright;
And you would not care to walk by faith,
Could you always walk by sight.

'Tis true He has many an anguish
For your sorrowful heart to bear.
And many a cruel thorn-crown
For your tired head to wear;
He knows how few would reach glory at all
If pain did not guide them there.

So He sends you the blinding darkness,
And the furnace of seven-fold heat;
'Tis the only way, believe me,
To keep you close to His feet,
For 'tis always so easy to wander
When our lives are glad and sweet.

Then nestle your hand in your Father's
And sing if you can, as you go;
Your song may cheer someone behind you
Whose courage is sinking low;
And, well if your lips do quiver—
God will love you better, so.—Selected.


"I Will Not Leave Thee"

God is with us in our sorrows. There is no pang that rends the heart, I might almost say, not one which disturbs th. body, but what Jesus Christ has been with us in it all.

Feel you the sorrows of poverty? He "hath not where to lay His head."

Do you endure the grief of bereavement? Jesus wept at the tomb of Lazarus.

Have you been slandered for righteousness' sake, and has it vexed your spirit? He said, "Reproach hath broken My heart."

Have you been betrayed? Do not forget that He, too, had His familiar friend who sold Him for the price of a slave.

On what stormy seas have you been tossed which have not roared about His boat? Never glen of adversity so dark, so deep, apparently so pathless, but what in stooping down you may discover the footprints of the Crucified One.

In the fires and in the rivers, in the cold night and under the burning sun, He cries, "I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am both thy Companion and thy God."—Spurgeon.


The Arabs have a saying that all sunshine makes the desert. It is even so. Just as sun and shower are alike needful for the development of the flower, so are joy and grief for the culture of the soul.

From vintages of sorrow are deepest joys distilled;
And the cup outstretched for healing is oft at Marah filled.
God leads to joy, through weeping; to quietness, through strife;
Through yielding, unto conquest; through death, to endless life.—Henry Durbanville

(Exod. 15. 23-27; 2 Cor. 6. 10)


I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne'er a word said she:
But oh, the things I learnt from her
When Sorrow walked with me.

(Eccles. 7. 3; 2 Cor. 7. 10)


Not until each loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the pattern
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skilful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.—Anonymous

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