Donald Cargill
was a bright star in the history of Scottish persecutions. He was condemned
by the government and sentenced to the gallows. When he came to the scaffold,
Cargill said these moving words, although it was said that the drums were beaten
in an attempt to drown out his voice:

Now I am near to
getting to my crown, which shall be sure; for I bless the Lord , and desire
all of you to bless Him that he hath brought me here, and makes me triumph over
devils, and men, and sin…they shall wound me no more. I forgive all men
the wrongs they have done to me, and pray the Lord may forgive all the wrongs
that any of the elect have done against Him. I pray that sufferers may be kept
from sin, and helped to know their duty…farewell reading and preaching,
praying and believing, wanderings, reproaches, and a sufferings. Welcome joy
unspeakable and full of glory.


Sermons Illustrated

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A person is not
really ready to live until he is ready to die. It was a dark night in Marshfield,
October 24, 1852. Daniel Webster was dying. He was ready. His physician, a very
sensitive man named Dr. Jeffries had ministered as much medicine as he could
and as was practically possible. He realized that death was near and he chose
to be a friend rather than a physician at that moment and he picked up an old
rather well worn hymn book that Webster had often sung from and he chose to
read the words of one of his favorite hymns:

“There is
a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel’s veins. And sinners plunged
beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.”

He read every stanza,
when he got to the last, Webster’s lips were moving, though no sound came:

“When this
poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave, then in a nobler,
sweeter song, I’ll sing thy power to save. I’ll sing thy power to save. I’ll
sing thy power to save.”

And he looked at
Webster, their eyes met, and Webster uttered 3 final words: Amen, Amen, Amen!

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Someone noted that our view of death is like a group of mourning caterpillars carrying a cocoon like a corpse. Above there is a beautiful butterfly inside the cocoon staring down in unbelief.


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