Assurance Sermon Illustrations

Assurance Sermon Illustrations

[1] [2] [3]

"Blessed Assurance Jesus Is Mine"

"Here is a new hymn tune I have written; what does it say to you?"

Mrs. Joseph Knapp, the composer of Gospel music, asked the question one day as she and Fanny Crosby were chatting in the latter's home. While the blind hymn writer listened, Mrs. Knapp played her new tune several times on the piano. Suddenly, Fanny Crosby's face was lighted with inspiration.

"Why, that music says `Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!'" she answered. And that is how one of America's most beloved and beautiful hymns came to be written.

Fanny Crosby, who never could remember having seen the light of day, always has been admired for the remarkable way in which she turned her handicap into a blessing. She never permitted anyone to express sympathy for her blindness. One day a clergyman, talking with her, mentioned her affliction. The blind poetess surprised him by declaring that she was sometimes glad to be sightless.

"You see," she explained, "when I get to Heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Saviour."

In her own account of the origin of Blessed Assurance, Fanny Crosby said, commenting on Mrs. Knapp's hymn tune:

"It seemed to me one of the sweetest tunes I had heard in a long time. She asked me to write a hymn for it and I felt, while bringing the words and tones together, that the air and the hymn were intended for each other. In the hundreds of times that I have since heard it sung, this feeling has been more and more confirmed."

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
0 what a foretaste of glory Divine!
Heir to salvation, purchase of God
Born of His Spirit, washed in His Blood. Selected


If the Lord is My Shepherd

The missionary was teaching a class of small Navajo boys to say the Twenty-third Psalm. When Bahi's turn came, he started out confidently, "The Lord Is my Shepherd, I've got all I want."—Rev. J. R. Smith.


Spiritual Talk

Did you ever think whence came the words "papa" and "mama"? We can trace most words to an etymological source; we can find in the study of language and grammar the roots from which they came; but you can find no etymological source for "papa" and "mama." They come from the grammar of nature, the etymology of nature. When a child begins to talk, he uses the simplest con­sonants and the simplest vowels; and because he knows how to make but one syllable, he repeats the syllable. And so he says "papa" and "mama."

God gives us the spirit of adoption, and we cry "Abba." That is Aramaic for "papa." It is a repetition of the two simplest syllables. The spirit of adoption comes into the child of God, and teaches him to look up into the Father's face, and say, "Papa, Papa!"—Arthur T. Pierson, in The Heart of the Gospel.


He Knew The Boy

When Rudyard Kipling was a lad he went on a sea voyage with his father, Lockwood Kipling. Soon after the vessel got under way, Mr. Kipling went below, leaving Rudyard on deck. Presently there was a great commotion overhead, and one of the officers ran down and banged on Mr. Kipling's door.

'Mr. Kipling," he cried, "your boy has crawled out on the yardarm, and if he lets go, he'll drown !"

"Yes," said Mr. Kipling, glad to know nothing serious was wrong, "but he won't let go."—Selected.


What He had Been Living For

A writer in the Church Union tells this story. The writer's grandfather had an old colored workman who had been a slave, and was used to the severest kind of labor. No need for a slave-driver for him, however, as his tasks were conscientiously performed. Corporal, as the old slave was called, was of a religious turn, and believed with an unalterable firmness in the truths brought to him. Finally the time came for Corporal to leave this world. The doctor said to him: "Corporal, it is only right to tell you that you must die." "Bless you, Doctor; don't let that bother you; that's what I have been liv­ing for," said Corporal with the happiest of smiles.—The Earnest Worker.


His Hold, Not Ours

There is a beautiful story told of McLeod Campbell, the Scotch preacher and divine. One day a friend came to him in spiritual perplexity. "Tell me, how do you know that you have always got hold of God?" For a long minute the minister was silent, and then, with a great wistfulness in his eyes, he said: "How do I know that I have always got hold of God! I don't always know; but I do know He always has hold of me!"— From the Christian Herald.


"He Will Not Let Me Fall"

A climber in the Alps had come to a perilous gap in the ice where the only way to get across was to place his foot in the outstretched hand of the guide. Told to do this by the guide, the climber hesitated a moment as he looked into the gloomy depths below. Seeing the hesitation, the guide said, "Have no fear, sir, that hand never yet lost a man." And when any soul truly commits itself into the hands of Jesus Christ, that one is committed to the strong, sure keeping of hands that never yet lost a man.—Sunday School Times.


What The World Needs

One cold, winter afternoon the philosopher, Thomas Carlyle, was sitting before the open fire-place in his library. The door opened and the new pastor of the local church entered the room. After Carlyle and the young minister had visited for a few minutes, the young minister asked the great philosopher, "What do you think this parish needs most?" Carlyle, without any hesitancy, replied, "What this parish needs is a man who knows God otherwise than by hearsay."—Selected.

[1] [2] [3]

| More