Conversion Sermon Illustrations

Conversion Sermon Illustrations

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Conversion of a General

I came to the Lord Jesus Christ and trusted Him as my Savior when I was a boy at Charterhouse School, getting on for fifty years ago. It came to me in this way. I felt the burden of sin. Even boys can feel that, and I certainly did. And that burden was a very grievous burden to me.

One Sunday evening I suddenly realized that He had died in order to put away my sins and to blot them out. And God, for Christ's sake, that evening forgave my sins and blotted them out; and I have not been able to doubt from that day to this that that was a real and final transaction, and that all my sins—even those which I have committed since then, and they have been many—have all been put away once and for all. I could not doubt that, because it depends upon what He did, and not upon what I have done.

I would not dream of facing life in the army or out of it, without Christ. I do not know how people can go on trying to live without Him, especially in these troublous and anxious days in which we live.—General Sir William Dobbie

(Matt. 11. 28; Acts 26. 22)


Conversion of a Singer

The great singer, Jacques Hopkins, L.R.A.M., M.R.S.T., in writing the story of his conversion, described himself as a heathen while a student in the gay and wicked city of Paris. Before going there for musical studies, he had been a choir boy in the church. In the first World War, as one of 200 officers bound for the Persian Gulf, he embarked on a ship of which Captain E. Carré was captain, and his attention was drawn to him when he saw him rise to give thanks to God at the dinner table.

At the Saturday evening concert Hopkins sang 'There's a long, long trail a-winding,' and Captain Carre, interested in him because of his magnificent voice, went to his cabin to pray that he might be won for Christ. At the service on the following day Captain Carre himself gave the message, and the singer's conscience was pierced. From that point Jacques Hopkins himself will tell of his conversion.

`Next day there followed a friendly talk which I can never forget. "Are you interested?" the captain enquired. "I certainly am," I replied, as he opened his well-worn Bible and showed me God's great provision in the death of His Son to meet my present and eternal needs.

"'You can start a new life from tonight," he remarked, while I drank in every word. "God is willing to forgive you on the ground of the perfect work of His Son through your acceptance of Christ as your own Lord and Master."

"It seems too good to be true," I replied.

"It all depends," the captain continued, "on what Christ did for you as your Sin-bearer when He bore the fearful judgment due to the sinner. Now that sin has been punished in a perfect Substitute, God is able to forgive you on righteous grounds and give you everlasting life."

`There came a pause, then I said, "Captain, if I can have this, I'll have it! Tell me what I must do."

"Why not kneel down and tell the Lord you are willing to trust Him?" he replied.

`We knelt. The captain prayed very simply and pleaded for me. In a few broken words I prayed. "Lord, save me," and at that moment I surrendered myself to the Savior.

`Some thousands of miles away, all unknown to me, an old lady, an intimate friend of the captain, was burdened in prayer for him, and was compelled to plead earnestly for him all through that Sunday. She felt there was some special reason. Months later she heard how wonderfully God had answered.'

(Acts 16. 30, 31; Rom. 10. 9)


Conversion of a Youth

Conversion is the turning of man to God. A. T. Schofield, the Harley Street physician, was in his fifteenth year when he experienced its power. At that age, one summer's evening, he arrived at Mr. Charles Hanmer's Private Academy in Rhyl, N. Wales, went upstairs and found his bedroom. The boy who shared the bedroom with him asked him first if he were the new boy, and then enquired, 'Are you a Christian?' The new boy replied that he was not a Christian, knowing that, though he had been religiously brought up, his parents' teaching had fallen on deaf ears. Then his companion asked, 'Would you like to be one?' A. T. Schofield replied, 'It's no use liking. I know well I never shall be a Christian.'

His young mentor went off to a prayer meeting that was being held, to pray for the new boy, and, returning, tumbled into bed and fell asleep. But A. T. Schofield could not sleep, knowing that the lad who shared the bedroom with him was all right and he was all wrong. He tossed about with uneasy snatches of sleep till nearly 2 a.m., asking himself why he could not rest like the boy in the next bed. Suddenly there came to his mind the words, 'Because you won't take it.'

He realized then that he was very sick with the sin disease and was asking himself why he was not cured when all the time the medicine to heal his disease was within his reach. The remedy for his disease, he knew, was belief, true personal belief in Christ his Savior. Then to his horror he saw that to believe in the medicine would do him no good: he must take it.

The Spirit of God was hovering over that lad, for he thought, 'I cannot do better than settle it now.' So kneeling on his bed, he solemnly and from his heart said aloud, '0 God! I take Thy Son, Jesus Christ, to be my Savior this night,' and dropped off to sleep.

Next morning the master came and sat beside him, and said, 'We were praying for you last night; I'm so sorry you are not a Christian.' Immediately the Holy Spirit flashed into the youth's mind the words, 'If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.' He knew he had believed in his heart, so it only remained for him to confess with his mouth.

So he said to the master, 'But I am one.'

`But you told us you were not,' said the master incredulously.

`No more was I last night,' replied A. T. Schofield.

`But when did you become one?' he said, completely puzzled.

`About two o'clock this morning,' the lad replied.

`What happened?' asked the master. Then the young convert told him all, and in telling his story, Dr. A. T. Schofield, himself adds, `I rushed out of the house, threw my cap into the air, and ran round and round the play­ground to let off, as it were, some of the steam.'

(John 1. 12; Rom. 10. 9; Col. 2. 6)

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