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Home›Traditions›Liberation Theology

Liberation Theology Illustrations

God's preferential option for the poor and oppressed, with salvation as liberation from all forms of oppression.

Key question: “How does the Gospel liberate the oppressed and challenge unjust structures in society?”

23,066 sermon illustrations through the Liberation Theology lens

Poetry

Living and a Dead Faith

The Lord receives his highest praise From humble minds and hearts sincere; While all the loud professor says Offends the righteous Judge's ear. To walk as children of the day, To mark the precepts' holy light, To wage the warfare,...

Universal

William Cowper

127 words

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Poetry

Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase

From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame...

Universal

William Shakespeare

Short97 words

Poetry

The Soldier

Home furthest off grows dearer from the way; And when the army in the Indias lay Friends' letters coming from his native place Were like old neighbours with their country face.

The Dream

Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for phantasy: Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it.

Lines Written on Hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon

alive and so bold, O Earth? Art thou not overbold? leapest thou forth as of old In the light of thy morning mirth, The last of the flock of the starry fold? leapest thou forth as of old?

Stanzas

IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.

Spring Carol

WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And songs in the shadows Comes again to me The gift of the tongues of the lea, The gift of the tongues of meadows.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

141 words

Poetry

520. Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election—No. 3

’TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O’ grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae’est man Of ony man alive. In March the three-an’-twentieth morn, The sun raise clear an’ bright; But oh! I was a waefu’ man, Ere to-fa’ o’ the night.

203. Sylvander to Clarinda

WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander’s raptur’d view, He gaz’d, he listened to despair, Alas! ’twas all he dared to do. Love, from Clarinda’s heavenly eyes, Transfixed his bosom thro’ and thro’; But still in Friendships’ guarded...

Patriotism 1. Innominatus

BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own, my native land!' Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand?

The Garden of Love

I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping.

Lines on Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill

And thou wert sad--yet I was not with thee; And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought that Joy and Health alone could be Where I was _not_--and pain and sorrow here!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

457 words

Poetry

Unnamed Lands.

NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and many times ten thousand years before These States; Garner’d clusters of ages, that men and women like us grew up and travel’d their course, and pass’d on; What vast-built cities—what orderly republics—what...

Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more

Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise,--that you alone, are you? In whose confine immured is the store Which should example where your equal grew.

Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I...

The Dumb Soldier

When the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found And hid a soldier underground. Spring and daisies came apace; Grasses hid my hiding-place; Grasses run like a green sea O'er the lawn up to my knee.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

177 words

Poetry

A Wall

O the old wall here! How I could pass Life in a long midsummer day, My feet confined to a plot of grass, My eyes from a wall not once away!

Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow

To the Lord Fairfax. See how the arched Earth does here Rise in a perfect Hemisphere! The stiffest Compass could not strike A line more circular and like; Nor softest Pensel draw a Brow. So equal as this Hill does bow.

Sonnet. to a Balloon Laden With Knowledge

Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even Silently takest thine aethereal way, And with surpassing glory dimm'st each ray Twinkling amid the dark blue depths of Heaven,-- Unlike the fire thou bearest, soon shalt thou Fade like...

One Struggle More, and I Am Free

One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; One last long sigh to Love and thee, Then back...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

368 words

Poetry

The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour...

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

Short94 words

Poetry

Hope

And said I that all hope was fled, That sorrow and despair were mine, That each enthusiast wish was dead, Had sank beneath pale Misery's shrine.-- Seest thou the sunbeam's yellow glow, That robes with liquid streams of light; Yon distant Mountain's craggy brow.

On Opening a Place for Social Prayer

where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every place is hallow'd ground. For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring Thee where they come...

419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad

THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a’ our fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonie Jean.

Universal

Robert Burns

330 words