Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org

Phineas F. Bresee
A PRINCE IN ISRAEL
By E. A. Girvin
CHAPTER 40
Bible Sermons -- Regnant Manhood -- Imperial Dignity -- Man's Coronation -- Real Regnancy
-- The Diadem -- The Drift of Sin -- The Unchanging Purpose -- God's Plan -- What Is Truth
-- One Face -- The Infinite Verities -- A Witness to the Truth -- Sainthood -- The Vision of God
-- The Great Motive -- Our Aim -- Places of Cleavage -- Be Still -- An Unholy Being -- The
Divine Presence -- Their Own Place -- Tumultuous Seas -- Attention -- Receptivity -- Silence
of the Soul -- The King of the Palace -- To Know God -- His Last Sermon -- A Peculiar
Necessity -- The Ages -- In Spiritual Realms -- An Open Vision
Bible Sermons
I had hoped to be able to include in this volume a few of the greatest and most notable of Dr.
Bresee's sermons, but feel that to do so would be to unduly extend the book. In this chapter, however,
I give the outlines of his two most brilliant and powerful addresses, one called "Regnant Manhood,"
and the other entitled, "The Unchanging Purpose." I also give the outline of his sermon on the text,
"Be still, and know that I am God," as preached at the Southern California District Assembly, in
June, 1915. In addition to this, I have set forth the greater part of another sermon outline, which he
prepared from the same text, with the intention of preaching it at the General Assembly, at Kansas
City, in October, 1915, but which he was unable to preach because of his feeble physical condition.
This last and revised sermon was probably the greatest that Dr. Bresee ever prepared.
Regnant Manhood
"The address "Regnant Manhood," was delivered at the Nazarene University, Pasadena,
California, on Commencement Day, June, 1913, and is as follows:
Man is not always on the throne. He is sometimes in the prison cell. He does not always wear the
diadem. Sometimes he wears the chain. It is not environment that makes man king or slave. He is
crowned or bound in his very being. One of the finest little poems on liberty which I ever heard or
read was written on the walls of a slave den in Charlestown, South Carolina, by a slave awaiting the
auction block. He wrote of soul liberty, higher than prison walls and though but a few days
afterward, in the effort to escape, he was torn to pieces by bloodhounds, yet his soul was free.
There was a man in the first century who wore a chain of bondage, and yet at the same time wore
the fairest and brightest diadem of any man of that time. The luster of its jewels was so bright that
the atmosphere of this world in eighteen centuries has not been able to shake out its radiance. Men
assume to occupy kingly places and to sway scepters, and yet their every movement clanks their
chains.
To be a man is a marvelous verity. A man is not a result achieved by matter and motion. There
is but one tenable theory of man's origin, which also somewhat defines his being, and that is in the