Conversion Sermon Illustrations

Conversion Sermon Illustrations

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The Spirit's Different Ways

In Acts 16 we have the story of two conversions. It took an earthquake to convert the jailer, but the heart of Lydia opened like a flower to the kiss of the Sun of Righteousness. All down through the centuries, the Spirit of God has been at the work of conversion. Back in the third century Cyprian the Bishop of Carthage wrote to his friend Donatus: "It is a bad world, Donatus, an incredibly bad world. But I have discovered in the midst of it, a quiet and holy people, who have learned a great secret. They have found a joy which is a thousand times better than any of the pleasures of our sinful life. They are despised and persecuted, but they care not. They are masters of their souls. They have overcome the world. These people, Donatus, are Christians—and I am one of them." —Selected.

How a Mohammedan Found the Way of Life

A true son of the desert, wild and unkempt, doubles up his six feet of height into astonishingly small compass as he crouches on the mat. His poor brain is dulled by drugs and drinks, yet he is a mystic, a seeker after God, a search, which, alas! in the Moslem world is often carried on side by side with immoral excess.

But one bit of truth has penetrated into the dark heart: "There is only one God," he says, "therefore there can be only one Way. I must find the one Way. For years I have asked our own teachers and others to help me and no one has. Show me the one Way. He cannot have more than one."

The beautiful "I am the Way" does not touch him, and day after day he crouches before us with hungry eyes and says sadly, "Only one Way—cannot you show me that I may walk in it?"

Nothing helps, and we pray on for him. Then one day he is taught to pray:

"Lord, give me light to do Thy will,
For only, Lord, from Thee can come the Light
By which these eyes the Way of Light may see."

Next day God gives him light through the last verse of the third of John: "He that believeth on the Son [words most hard for Moslem minds] hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him."

The Spirit Himself was teaching him that day, so very few human words were said. The puzzled weary look changes to one of rapturous joy as he breathes out, "I do believe in the Son of God."

Then like a happy child he looks up with, "I knew he could only have one Way."—Matilda Mary Watling, Algiers, in The Sunday School Times.

Spurgeon's Call

When but a lad, Spurgeon was in g]aeat distress of mind. Realizing that he had sinned against God, he prayed earnestly, and read the Scriptures, and attended places of worship, but his darkness and despair continued for many months. One Sunday morning he attended a little Primitive Methodist chapel. Owing to a severe snowstorm, the minister did not arrive, and an illiterate shoemaker tried to preach. Using as his text, "Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth," he exhorted his few hearers to look to Christ who was their only hope of salvation. Then observing Spurgeon under the gallery, and knowing him to be a stranger, he said: "Young man, you look very miserable. And you will always be miserable—miserable in life, and miserable in death—if you do not obey my text. But if you obey now, this moment, you will be saved." Then he shouted, "Young man, look to Jesus Christ!" Spurgeon did look, and the darkness rolled away.—From a tract entitled, How Spurgeon Found Christ, written by himself.

God Working with the Individual

At an open-air meeting in England, the leader appealed for testimonies. While this part of the meeting was in progress there passed by a skeptic. He would have gone right on, but at that moment the testimony of a saved drunkard reached him. He paused and listened. The converted man was telling how Jesus had wrought the miracle. The skeptic, disgusted with what he had heard, approached. He was unable to withhold a few open remarks, which were audible to all those standing around. "Spasmodic flights of imagination," he called it. He found, much to his disgust, that his remarks were not at all appreciated by the meeting or the lookers-on. No one had interfered with the man until now. God had his own special way of dealing with him. Among the listeners was a little girl about ten or eleven years old. She approached the man timidly. "If you please," she said, "if it is only a dream, don't wake him—that's my father!"—S. S. Illustrator


It is said of Miss Reside, the first woman missionary to the Kiowa Indians of Oklahoma, that after she had been with the Indians long enough for them to know what it meant to be a Christian, they gave her a new name. They called her Aim-day-co. Chief Bigtree, in explaining the name, said, "When we Kio­was see anyone on the wrong road we call out, 'Aim-day-co!' ('Turn this way.') Our sister came to us from a far land, and found us all on the wrong road, and in great danger. She stood in a new road and called to us and said, `Turn this way,' and showed us the Jesus road. God bless Aim-day-co."—Courtesy Moody Monthly.

Old Betty Knew

A poor, unlettered old woman was once accosted by a skeptic: "Well, Betty, you are one of the saints, are you? Pray what sort of folks are they? What do you know about religion, eh?" "Well, well," replied the old woman, "you know, sir, I'm no scholar, so can't say much for the meaning of it; I only know I'm `saved by grace,' and that's enough to make me happy here, and I expect to go to Heaven by and by." "Oh, that's all, is it? But surely you can tell us something nearer than that. What does being saved feel like?" "Why, it feels to me," said the Spirit-taught one, "just as if the Lord stood in my shoes, and I stood in His." Happy old woman! Her witness was true.—Courtesy Moody Monthly.

A New Name

A little girl found on the street in a basket was taken to a hospital, where she lived for a few years. The people named her, "Mary Lost." When she was still quite young, she became a Christian, trusting in Jesus as her Saviour, and He gave her a new heart and made her a new creature. Then, she wanted a new name also. She went to the super­intendent of the home and said, "Please don't call me Mary Lost any more. I used to be Mary Lost, but I am no long­er. Jesus has found me, and now I want to be called Mary Found."—Selected

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