Friends Sermon Illustrations

Friends Sermon Illustrations

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

Preaching in Strange Ways

A missionary touring in South Africa came across a crowd of natives listening intently to the strains of a gramo­phone as it reproduced "What a Friend We Have in Jesus," as sung by the Swazi chiefs at King Edward's corona­tion. When the music ceased, the audience clamored to have the song explained, and the storekeeper, a Jew, told them the story of Jesus, whom the Christians call the Son of God. Thus in strange ways is the Gospel preached in the out-of-the-way places of the earth. Christian Herald.


Friendship With Christ

It is said that Zinzendorf, when a boy, used to write little notes to the Saviour, and throw them out of the window, hoping that He would find them. Later in life, so strong was his faith in the friendship of Christ and in his own need of that friendship as a daily solace, that once, when traveling, he sent back his companion, that he might converse more freely with the Lord, with whom he spoke audibly. So do we all need friendly converse with Him, our soul's love. He alone is the world's Friend. That man never knew what it was to be familiar with God who complains of the want of friends when God is with him. Cultivate the friendship of the Lord Jesus. Carry every burden of life to His loving heart, and this you may do with confiding trustfulness.

"What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear,
What a privilege to carry,
Everything to God in prayer."

Jesus is an understanding Friend; Jesus is a sympathizing Friend.

"He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim;
He does the very best for those

Who leave the choice with Him."

When President Edwards came to die, his last words, after bidding his relations good-bye, were, "Now, where is Jesus of Nazareth, my true and never-failing Friend?" And, so saying he fell asleep! How beautiful!—God's Revivalist and Bible Advocate.

"A Friend is one who steps in when the whole world steps out!"


Thorny Christians

You have all heard of Luther Burbank, who worked such wonderful changes in fruits and flowers, getting rid of their objectionable features and developing whatever is useful and beauti­ful; and if fruits and flowers can be so modified that they hardly seem the same thing, how foolish is it for anyone to say that he has to be blunt and tactless because he was "made that way!" If a cactus can get rid of its thorns, surely you can dispense with the traits that are likely to wound your friends!Sunday School Times.


A Friend Indeed

I had heard on excellent authority that one of my people was "giving way to drink." He was a man of some standing in the church, and he was possessed of considerable wealth. I had already preached more than one temperance sermon, but these had been general messages addressed to the congregation. I was now ordered by my Master to carry the message to an individual, and tactfully to withstand him to his face because he stood condemned. How I wriggled under the commission! How I shrank from it! How I dallied with it! And, even when I had fought my way almost to the door, I lingered in the street in further fruitless loitering. But at length courage conquered fear. I faced my man, tremblingly gave him my message, and by the grace of God, he heard the voice of God and was saved from a horrible pit and the miry clay. —From "John Henry Jowett." by Arthur Porritt.


The Highest Honor

At the close of the World War I the King and Queen of the besieged kingdom of Belgium sent for Herbert Hoover, who had given their people food and buoyed them with hope, and said, "We would like to honor you with the highest decorations in the kingdom." They gave him his choice, but he refused them all. His answer was: "You have stood at the gateway of civilization and held back the tide of aggression, while we have only shared with you what we had to give. For that one does not ask honors." The King and Queen said, "He is our very great friend," and they created for him a new order to which only one man belonged, and the title was, "Friend of the Belgian people."Sunday School Times.


Around the Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.

He knows that I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine; we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men,
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim,
Just to show I am thinking of him."
But tommorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows,
Around the corner, yet miles away—
"Here's a telegram. Jim died today."
That's what we get, and deserve in the end—
Around the corner — a vanished friend. Messenger of Peace.


The Friendly Language

In the post office of Buenos Aires they make a specialty of languages. Great numbers of immigrants reach that enterprising city every year. They all soon visit the post office, and the government has made it a point to greet them there with someone speaking their native tongue. It is said that the other day, at the same time, a German, a Chinese, a Frenchman, two Poles, a Lithuanian, and three Englishmen, none of them able to speak or understand a word of Spanish, entered that friendly post office, and all came out feeling that they had reached another homeland. Let every Christian get the spirit of that post office in his own life. No one should be a stranger to a Christian. He should speak the language of love, which is current in every land. He should feel the sympathy which is the universal interpreter. Have we not, in these considerations, come to the heart of Pentecost? In Christ, every one of that conglomerate multitude had found a friend. hl Christianity each one of them, though from a far-distant land, had reached the home of his soul.Christian Herald.

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

| More