Conversion Sermon Illustrations

Conversion Sermon Illustrations

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Better than Seeking

There is something better than seeking God—even better than seeking Him with our whole heart. For as long as we seek we are unsatisfied; and God has something better for us than that. The Keswick Calendar gives an incident of the great Scottish scholar, Professor Duncan, known to his students as "Rabbi Duncan"' because of his Oriental scholarship. A friend overheard him talking to a poor old woman, and this is what the great scholar was saying: "Now, you have promised to seek; only remember, seeking won't save you. But if you seek, you will find, and finding will save you." Finding is infinitely better than seeking. The only purpose of seeking is finding, and unless the finding comes the seeking has been a failure. Sunday School Times.

Experience the Real Test

A little fellow was returning home from a store in Fife, Scotland, with a pail of honey in his hand. A gentleman who walked beside him saw him slip one finger down into the pail and then, I suppose, because his mother had told him never to wipe his sticky fingers on his blouse or trousers, it found its only logical destination. My, how good it was! After he had done this several times, the gentleman approached him and said: "See here, Sonny, what have you in that pail?" "Some honey, sir." "Honey, is it sweet?" "Yes, sir." "How sweet is your honey?" "It is very sweet, sir." "Well, I do not understand you. I asked you how sweet your honey was and you have not yet told me. How sweet is it?" "Why, it is very, very sweet, sir." "Well, you are a funny little fellow, I asked you how sweet your honey is, and you just tell me it is very, very sweet. Now, can't you tell me really how sweet your honey is?" The little fellow was impatient by this time, so he stuck his finger down in the honey, and holding it aloft, said: "Taste and see for yourself!"

A somewhat crude illustration, but how true it is that only those who taste and see for themselves ever find how good the Lord is'—Howard W. Ferrin, in Unto All.

Dr. James Gray's Conversion

When I knew the Creed, the Lord's prayer, and the Ten Commandments, at fourteen years of age, I was confirmed in the most holy faith by a bishop of my church, and was taught in the catechism that I had become "a child of God. a member of Christ, and an inheritor of the Kingdom." But I believed none of that since I was converted. That happy event took place about eight years after my confirmation. I had already turned my face towards the Christian ministry, not as a Divine calling, but a human profession, before I was really saved. My conversion was like this: I was reading a book by Rev. William Arnot, and the title was, Laws from Heaven for Life on Earth, a series of homilies on the Proverbs, addressed to young men. The book attracted me, though I did not care for my Bible in the quiet of my room.

One night, after an evening of excitement among worldly people, my eye fell on this sentence: "Every soul not already won to Jesus is already lost." It was an arrow of conviction to my soul. An overwhelming sense of my lost and hopeless condition fell upon me, and my soul was hanging over the abyss. I had absolutely no plea but for mercy. Daily I had said my prayers since childhood, but that night, like Saul of Tarsus, I really prayed. The blessed Saviour placed upon my lips: "God be merciful to me a sinner!" In my agony I uttered it with my face upon the floor. And God heard it. That night He lifted me up out of the miry clay and planted me upon a rock. He put a new song in my mouth, which I have been singing ever since, even salvation unto my God.—Dr. James Gray, late Dean of the Moody Institute, in The Lamp.

Are You Right With God?

In one of my missions a young fellow came to me, a fine character who had been put in a most prominent place in that mission. He it was who was delegated to take the hand of every inquirer and say the last word of advice and counsel. He stood it from Monday to Saturday, and on Saturday evening he said to me: "Mr. Smith, I want to see you. You don't go out on Sunday morning, do you?"

I said, "No, I rest then, unless I go to church; but I usually stay in to get a little quiet. What do you want to see me about?" I thought he wanted to see me about some special case.

He said, "About my own soul." "Why," I said, "what is the trouble?" He said, "I am not converted; I have
never been born again."

"My brother," I said, "what does it mean?"

He said, "My parents supposed I was a Christian, and urged me to join the church, and I did so. My pastor supposed I was a Christian, and I was made a Sunday School teacher, and an officer in the church. Because they supposed and kept on supposing, nobody has ever looked me in the eye and said, `Harry, are you right with God?'"—Gypsy Smith

When a Chinese "Heart" is Broadened

A missionary is examining an old woman of seventy-three for baptism and admission to the church:

"Who is Jesus?"
"Jesus died for me."

"How did He die?"
"I don't know."
"Who were Jesus' disciples?"
"I don't remember. I can't read." "Do you know the names of any of the Books of the Bible?"
"When one can't read . . ."
"Where did Jesus live on earth?" Silence.

The missionary stopped. The old woman had made a very poor showing.

"This old lady is one of our most faithful Christians," said a deacon. "She always comes to our meetings, though she lives three miles away. She gives cheerfully what she can to every good cause. She used to have a terrible temper, but since she believed, she has become kind-hearted and patient. Everybody knows about it."
The missionary looked at her. Seventy-three years old. She might be gone before he could come around next year. He decided to go on with the examination.

"Who is God?"
"God is our Heavenly Grandfather." "Where is He?"
"Wherever I go, He is there."
"Can you talk to Him?"

Her face brightened with understanding: "Yes, I can."

"When do you talk to Him?"

"Why, very often. When I am working in the fields, when I am making bread, when I feel sad, I talk to Him and my heart is broadened." She was now on familiar ground. "I talk to Him whenever I want to. Sometimes I have more to say and talk longer. Sometimes I have only one or two thoughts and talk shorter. Whatever I have in my heart, I say."—The Missionary Review of the World.

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