Freedom Sermon Illustrations

Freedom Sermon Illustrations

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Only Redeemed, or Saved?

When the British Government sent word to Jamaica that slavery was at an end, that was the act of a government speaking for a nation. Slavery in Jamaica was at an end. Every slave had the right to go free. I doubt not there were slaves who did not believe it and went on with their slavery. They did not take the government's action as inviolate. They did not accept the fact that slavery in Jamaica had been abolished; those who did believe it got rid of their shackles and were free. I am here to say that every man and every woman and every child in this church tonight is redeemed. Is every man, woman, and child in the church saved? That depends upon your attitude toward the finished work. Redemption is a work of God, but in order to have salvation the individual must exercise faith in what is accomplished.—W. Graham Scroggie, in Grace and Truth.


Four Freedoms

The Four Freedoms date from the Bible:

Freedom of speech, Acts 4:1;
Freedom of worship, Matt. 22:15;
Freedom from fear, Isaiah 41:10;
Freedom from want, Deut. 28:1.


True Freedom

I am now, every way, in good terms with Christ. He hath set a banished prisoner as a seal on His heart, and as a bracelet on His arm. I love Christ's glooms better than the world's worm-eaten joys. My loss is gain; my sadness is joyful; my bonds, liberty; my tears, comfortable. This world is not worth a drink of cold water. Oh the sweet communion that hath been between Christ and His prisoner! He is the fairest sight I see in Aberdeen. He hath made me king over my losses, imprisonment, banishment. I dare not say one word; He hath done it, and I will lay my hand upon my mouth. If any other hand had done it, I could not have borne it. I am here the Lord's prisoner and patient, handled as softly by my Physician as a sick man under a cure.

I wish that your soul might be satisfied with Him. This clay idol, the world, would seem to you not worth a fig; time will eat you out of possession of it. When the eye strings break, and the breath groweth cold, and the im­prisoned soul looketh out of the windows of the clay house, ready to leap into eternity, what will you then give for a lamp of oil?—Samuel Rutherford (written in prison)

(Eph. 3. 1-3; 4. 1; 6. 20).


Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
If I have pleasure in my love
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.—Colonel Lovelace

(John 8. 36; Eph. 6. 20)


A little bird am I
Shut in from fields of air;
Yet in my cage I sit and sing
To Him Who placed me there;
Well pleased His prisoner to be
Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.

Naught have I else to do,
I sing the whole day long;
And He Whom most I love to please
Doth listen to my song.
He caught and bound my wandering wing,
But still He loves to hear me sing.

Thou hast an ear to hear,
A heart to love and bless;
And, though my notes were e'er so rude,
Thou wouldst not hear the less;
Because Thou knowest, as they fall,
That same sweet love inspired them all.

My cage confines me round;
Abroad I cannot fly;
But though my wing is closely bound,
My heart's at liberty.
My prison walls cannot control
The flight, the freedom of the soul.

O, it is good to soar
These bolts and bars above
To Him Whose purpose I adore,
Whose Providence I love,
And in Thy mighty will to find
The joy, the freedom, of the mind.—Madam de la Mothe Guyon

(Ps. 69. 33; Acts 16. 25; 2 Tim. 2. 8, 9).

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