Faith Sermon Illustrations

Faith Sermon Illustrations

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When Blind Eyes Were Opened

Moody told this story at one of his meetings: One evening just before Christmas, a man was walking through the streets of an Eastern city. The store windows were all beautifully decorated, and he observed three little girls intensely interested in one of them. He discovered that the girl in the center was blind, and the others were trying to describe the beautiful things in the window. "Why," they said, "can't you see that Teddy bear and that doll? Just look at that pretty pink bow!" But the poor little girl stood with a blank expression on her face and could not appreciate the beautiful things before her. "Now," said Moody, "this is an illustration of the effort we Christians are making to arouse the unconverted to an interest and delight in spiritual things. The reason we cannot do so is because the sinner is spiritually blind," and he quoted 1 Corinthians 2:14. Moody had scarcely concluded when an infidel reporter was on the platform asking him where he had heard that story. "Oh," said Moody, "I read it in one of the daily papers. I have forgotten which one." "Then," said the infidel, "I wrote it myself, and I was the man who saw that little blind girl. I see now that I am spiritually blind." That man was converted then and there.—The Herald of Salvation.


The Prospects

Faith in God makes great optimists. Over in Burma Judson was lying in a foul jail with thirty-two pounds of chains on his ankles, his feet bound to a bamboo pole. A fellow prisoner said, with a sneer on his face, "Dr. Judson, what about the prospect of the conversion of the heathen? His instant reply was, "The prospects are just as bright as the promises of God."—The Presbyterian Advance.


One Step Enough

Ten of us met in New York to sail. We were faith missionaries, with no board to take care of us. There was no home ready for us to go to as far as we knew. No one was pledged to send us money. None of these things troubled me at first. I must have been half way across the Atlantic before I began seriously to wonder where I would go when I finally reached India. But it did come to me at last and then I began to pray about it. Then God gave me a dream. I saw myself standing on a tiny little plank which was floating in a vast ocean. Absolutely nothing in front of me, or behind me, or at the sides. But, as I lifted my foot as if to step, another little board appeared just in front, ready for me to step on it. So God comforted me and seemed to be telling me that I was to trust Him for one step at a time. And so I went happily on, ' always finding a plank in front ready to be stepped on when needed.—From My Life, by Mrs. W. K. Norton, of the Pilgrim's Mission, Benares, India.


Was He a Fool?

I remember a missionary from China stating that while preaching to the blue­jackets on a British man-of-war at the Port of Wei hi Wai, he was accosted at the close of his discourse by a sailor, saying, "I will not believe what you have told us until you inform me why God allowed sin to come into the world." The missionary was a blunt man and his answer came quickly. "Man," he said, "you are a fool and I will prove it. Suppose a man was on the top floor of an eleven-story building and a fire broke out in the first floor. The man heard the cries of fire but he kept on reading a book. Finally the flames burst right into his room. He rushed to the window, saw a fire escape there and firemen below. Instead of climbing down the ladder to safety he shouted down to the firemen, `I won't come down until you tell me how the fire started in the building.' What would you think of that man?" he inquired of the sailor. "I would say he was a fool," the sailor blurted out and by his statement he thus condemned himself.—Gospel Herald.


Do You Go With a Large Basket?

Madaki, the chief elder in the church, is also one of the most prosperous farmers in Kwoi, Nigeria. On a recent Sunday the following announcement was made: "Madaki wants all the women to gather at his house tomorrow morning, Pass on the news." When the women went to his house next morning, Madaki asked them to go to his farm, about three and a half miles away, to carry home his field corn. One hundred and four women and girls responded and went to the farm with their baskets, little, big, and middle-sized. Some brought back a big load, others only a few ears of grain. One took such a load that her strength failed before she got home. When all the loads had been brought in, Madaki called the women together and told them that each might keep what she had brought! There were shouts of joy and thanksgiving, but also sighs of regret. "If only I had known, I would have taken a larger basket," was the plaint of some. There were those who had refused to go, saying, "I have work enough of my own." These went to Madaki the following morning (their work seemed less important now!) and begged him to let them go and bring in a load. But he told them quietly, "The time is past; the corn was brought in yesterday." Through this kind deed Madaki not only helped many needy families, but he also preached a quiet sermon. The Christians are telling and retelling the story all over town, always adding: "That is just how it is in the Jesus way."—Sudan Witness.


Don't Trust This Plank

Don't watch your feelings. There is not one verse from Genesis to Revelation about being saved by feelings. When the devil sees a poor soul in agony in the waves of sin, and getting close to the Rock of Ages, he just holds out the plank of "feeling" to him, and says, "There, get on that; you feel more comfortable now, don't you?" And, while the man stands getting his breath again, out goes the plank from under him, and he is worse off than ever. Accept no refuge but the Rock of Ages.—Glad Tidings.


The Most Important Thing in Life

Dr. Howard A. Kelly, a great scientist and brilliant surgeon, seated in his library a few years ago, surrounded by an imposing array of books on medicine and surgery, said: "A definite Christian faith is the one really important thing in life. I mean that literally. It is vastly more important than my profession, than any scientific research, or than any other or all the activities of a man's life, and that from a strictly practical, common­sense point of view. The intimate experiences of life have shown me that the Bible is a living word, just as definitely God's word to me, personally. As such, the Bible is its own defense."—Courtesy Moody Monthly.


Better Than Faith in Prayer

Dr. McCormick, in "The Heart of Prayer," tells of a good woman whose daughter had died after a painful illness. She came to her minister and said, "I fear I have lost my faith in prayer. I used to believe that anything I asked for in the name of Christ, I would receive. When my child was sick, I besought God in an agony of desire for her recovery. I believed that God would answer my prayer. When she died I was stunned, not merely because of my grief, but because it seemed to me that God had failed me. I pray still, but the old faith in prayer is gone." This good woman was the victim of wrong teaching. She had, in a word, been led to substitute faith in prayer for faith in God. If our faith in prayer is uppermost, then any disapointment will shake that faith. But if faith in God is the great fact of life, then no matter what may be the outcome of our petitions we will still trust.—The Presbyterian.

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