God's Care Sermon Illustrations

God's Care Sermon Illustrations

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Gipsy Smith's Christmas Dinner

It was the day before Christmas, and a little lad in a gipsy caravan asked his father what they would have for Christmas dinner. The lad's mother was dead, and the father answered, "I do not know, my dear."

The man's fiddle was hanging on the wall, and he knew that if he took his fiddle to the public house and played the money would soon be found for the Christmas dinner. This he had done in former days; but Cornelius Smith, the father of Gipsy Smith, had not played in saloons from the time he was converted. So he instantly put aside the temptation, fell on his knees, and began to pray. Said he to his children: "I do not know what we shall have for Christmas, but we will sing." The trusting father then began a Gospel song familiar in those days:

In some way or other the Lord will provide:
It may not be my way,
It may not be thy way;
And yet, in His own way,
The Lord will provide.

Then came the chorus:

Then we'll trust in the Lord,
And He will provide;
Yes, we'll trust in the Lord,
And He will provide.

A knock was heard at the door of the van while the family were still singing. There stood the Cambridge town missionary, Mr. Sykes. Said he:

"It is I, Brother Smith. God is good, is he not? I have come to tell you how the Lord will provide. In a shop in this town there are three legs of mutton, and also groceries, waiting for you and your brothers." A wheel borrow was needed to bring home the supplies, and the three brothers (all of whom had become evangelists) never learned who furnished these things for them. But God had provided their Christmas dinners.—Sunday School Times.


How God Protected

My sister and I were itinerating in a lonely mountain village in Japan, and night was coming on when we started to return home. We committed ourselves into the hands of the Lord, and felt certain he would see us through. As we were about to enter a thick wood through which our road ran, we saw two Japanese men in front of us, and we felt they meant mischief, and as we cried to the Lord to stand by us, there came a great black Newfoundland dog. It stepped between my sister and me as if to protect us and then barked fiercely at the men as if to tear them to pieces and chased them away. The dog guided us directly all the remaining three miles right to our door. Then stepping inside, the dog lay all night on the floor keeping vigil. In the morning it went away as mysteriously as it appeared.—Glad Tidings.


God's Kind Care

God hath not promised
Skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways
All our lives thro';
God hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.

God hath not promised
We shall not know
Toil and temptation,
Trouble and woe;
He hath not told us
We shall not bear
Many a burden,
Many a care.

God hath not promised
Smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel,
Needing no guide;
Never a mountain,
Rocky and steep,
Never a river
Turbid and deep:

But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.Annie Johnson Flint Copyright


Measuring the Immeasurable

An old primitive Methodist preacher tells how, in boyhood, he used to see many people going to draw water from the village well, and he feared that the supply might fail. To find out if the water were getting less and less, one morning he descended the well steps and placed a mark on the brickwork, just above the water line. In the evening he went down again, happily to find just as much water in the well, though people had been drawing all day. A perennial spring beneath the well con­tinually replenished the supply. So Jesus Christ, the Well-spring of salvation, supplies every believer's need. He is "a well of water springing up into everlasting life."—Christian Herald.


Prayer Controls Fire

The restraining hand of the Lord was felt recently in Pohang, Korea, during a terrible fire where twenty houses were burned to the ground. One of the believers from the church, and a faithful Christian from a Presbyterian church lived in that district, and the fire came right up to both of their houses and then stopped, so that they were unharmed in any way. This incident has had a remarkable effect, for not only do the Christians feel that this was the hand of the Lord, but the unsaved have also been made to say that it was the Lord, the God of the Christians!—Oriental Missionary Standard.


Dave Fant's Deliverance:

Along the line of the Southern Railway, between Greenville, South Carolina, and Atlanta, Georgia, there goes a limited train driven by one of the best engineers on the system, whose name is D. J. Fant. "Dave," as he is familiarly known, is not only an engine man who knows his business, but he is known far and wide as a most earnest Christian and a splendid preacher of the Gospel of Christ. Humble and consistent, prayerful and earnest, he has the confidence of all the men of the road from the president, down. It is my privilege to count this man among my closest friends in Gospel bonds.

Two miles from the town of Tocoa, Georgia, through which town this railroad runs, there is a high curved fill on the side of the mountain. Up in the hills some distance was a little summer hotel where I occasionally spent portions of the summer with my family. Fant was at that time running a fast mail train which on its south bound trip would pass this fill near 10 o'clock at night, and he said to me, "Miller, when I get to the big fill I will blow you a signal each night I go down and when you hear it you may know I am praying for you." So, many a night ere retiring I have gone out on the upper piazza of the hotel to listen for that signal, and then send up a prayer for the man at the throttle who was also remembering me at the same time.

Some time later, Fant's run was changed to a limited Pullman train passing this place in the afternoon. One day when he struck the curve at regular speed he felt instinctively that there would be a wreck, as the track workers had been engaged in repairs and had left the track in such condition tnat he knew the engine would not stay on the rails. He called to his fireman to jump for his life and he did so, rolling down the steep embankment and coming out with many bruises but fortunately no broken bones. Dave stayed at his post, and sure enough, the ponderous engine soon left the rail. As he was rounding the curve ordinarily it would have turned over to the right which would have crushed him, but after running over the ties a short distance it turned to the left, and instead of rolling down the embankment it plowed its way down, several cars plunging down behind it. Fant stepped up through the open window, and found himself standing amid blinding smoke and hissing steam, on top of the overturned cab, without a scratch of any kind. None of the sleepers were over­turned, and not a passenger was hurt. The conductor from the rear car looked out when he felt the jar, and saw the engine plunging down across the curve of the fill. He afterward testified that it looked as if great cables of some kind were holding her to keep her from rolling.

Being at Spartanburg, South Carolina, at the time, and seeing an account of the wreck in a paper, I telegraphed Brother Fant at his Atlanta home, using in the message Psalm 91:11, 12;

"He shall give His angels charge over thee," etc. The same day Fant mailed me a clipping from an Atlanta daily describing the wreck, and on the margin he had written, "Psalm 91:11 and 12." In answer to prayer, God had sent His angels of deliverance.

How remarkable, and how like our God, that at the precise point where so many nights His faithful servant on this railroad engine had sent his prayers up to the throne while at the same time sending his signal out over the hills to another fellow servant, this mighty deliverance had come to him in a time of impending death!

Fant still prays and labors for his Lord, and wherever I go in my services I tell this incident of his faith and God's answer and many others are cheered and encouraged to continue to call on God.—R.V. M. in Moody Colportage Book. I cried — He answered.

Cleave unto Him: for He is thy life, and the length of thy days (Dent. 30:­20).—Gospel Herald.

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