8 Sermon Illustrations on Death Of Christ

A farmer took his little son on a visit to a distant village. Along the way they came to a swift stream spanned by a rickety old bridge which frightened the little lad even though it was daylight. Returning at dusk, the boy recalled the stream and old bridge and became panicky. How would they cross that turbulent stream in the dark? Noting his anxiety, the father lifted the boy and carried him in his arms. Before they reached the bridge, he was fast asleep against his father's shoulder. As the next morning's sun streamed in his bedroom window, the boy awoke to discover he was safe at home. At death the believer falls asleep in the Savior's arms to awaken in His bright land of no night and no fear. When Science Is Silent Said Dr. Joseph A. Parker: "Some have found fault with me. They say I am old-fashioned and out of date; I am always quoting the Bible; why not turn to science this morning? "There is a poor widow here who has lost her only son. She wants to know if she will see him again. Science shall give the answer, and I will put the Book away." So he took the Book and put it on the seat behind. "Will this woman see her son again? Where is he? Does death end all? What has science to say?" Here a long pause. "We are waiting for an answer, the woman is anxious." Another long pause. "The woman's heart is breaking. Science must speak. Nothing to say? Then we must take the Book," and here he reverently replaced it, and with great deliberation opened it and read: "I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me ...The dead shall arise ...for this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. O death, where is thy sting? ...I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God." Then, closing the Book, and patting it affectionately, he said, "We will stick to the Book!"

Christ crossed the river of death and the grave so that you and I as believers, whose sins have been forgiven, may not have to cross that river alone. The story is told of a shepherd who tried to induce his sheep to cross a swiftly flowing stream. Sheep are naturally afraid of rapidly running water, and he could not get them to cross. Then picking up a lamb and stepping with it into the river, he bore it carefully and tenderly to the opposite shore. When the mother saw her lamb had gone, she forgot her fear and stepped into the rushing current and was soon safely on the other side. All the rest of the flock followed her leadership. Thus we follow our leader, Christ, and those of our loved ones whom He has already carried safely over to the other shore. The Clock The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop at late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed. To lose one's health is more. To lose one's soul is such a loss that no man can restore. Thirty-nine people died while you read these words. Every hour 5,417 go to meet their Maker. You could have been among them. Sooner or later you will be. Are you ready?

Veitch called out to some of the ministers in the room, "You passengers for glory, how near, think ye, I am to the New Jerusalem?" Some answered, "Not far, sir." He answered, "I'll wait and climb, until I be up among that innumerable company of angels and just men." They removed his wife out of the room for him; but, when he was just expiring, she would come in again, and came running to his bedside; but he turned her away with his hand, saying, "No more converse with the creature: I never will look back again!" So he fell asleep in

— Christ. Veitch's Memoirs

The dog which had watched Abel's flocks guarded also his corpse, protecting it against beasts, and birds of prey. Adam and Eve sat beside it, and wept, not knowing what to do. But a raven, whose friend had died, said, "I will go and teach Adam what he must do with his son." It dug a grave, and laid the dead raven in it. When Adam saw this, he said to Eve, "Let us do the same with our child!" The Lord rewarded the raven; and no one is therefore allowed to harm their young. They have food in abundance, and their cry for rain is always heard. Kitto.