God's Care Sermon Illustrations

God's Care Sermon Illustrations

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In the Perils of Traffic

A morning newspaper of London recently printed a picture taken the day before, near Buckingham Palace. A policeman was holding up the busy traffic with his white-gloved hands. The busses throbbed and simmered, the big horses in the drays champed their bits and stamped their feet. The motor vans and taxis all stood obedient; the boys on bicycles put one leg to the ground and held onto whatever was nearest to them; all the work of that busy street was stopped. All the people wondered who was coming, and many craned their necks to see if it were the king about to drive through the big gates of the palace. Then came a surprise indeed. On the empty street so carefully guarded and protected, there walked across, looking very proud and clever, a mother duck with her ten little ducklings in single file behind her! There they waddled —all the little necks on the stretch, all the little beaks atwitter, all the little eyes wide open. When they got safely across, the big policeman lowered his arm and the waves of traffic surged on once more. "That was just like Moses and the Israelites crossing the Red Sea," said a little girl showing the picture to her father, only there were no Egyptians following her!" The Presbyterian.


God Holds Key

A consecrated missionary whose life was in peril, writes to a friend at home, "The days ahead of us are quite full of uncertainty, but `God holds the key to all unknown, and I am glad.' He has given us a delightful peace of mind, and in His Father-care we are not only safe but secure."—Gospel Herald.


Wesley Saved From a Fire

Of course you know that John Wesley was the father of Methodism. Directly under a portrait made of him during his life is a drawing of a burning house, and beneath this are the words, "Is not this (meaning Mr. Wesley) a brand plucked from the burning?" He certainly was a brand whose spiritual flame never went out, until Wesley's own spirit left the body.

When John Wesley was but six years old, his father was awakened one night by the cry of "Fire!" from the street. He little thought that it was his own house that was on fire. But as he opened his bedroom door, he found the place full of smoke, and the roof already burned through. Calling his wife and his girls to rise and hurry for their lives, he then ran to the nursery, where the maid and the five other children were sleeping. The maid quickly caught up the youngest child, and called the others to follow her. The older ones did so, but John remained asleep.

The rest of the family escaped, some through the windows, and some through the garden door.

When they were safely outside and gathered together, John was missing, and they heard him crying in the nursery. His father dashed in and started up the stairs: but they were so badly burned that they would not bear his weight, and in his desperate agony and despair, he fell upon his knees and commended the child's soul to God. John had been awakened by the light, and had tried to get out through the door; but the fire was there. Then he climbed onto a chest that stood near a window.

There he was seen by people in the yard. There was not time to hunt for a ladder, for the roof was ready to fall in upon the child; so one man stood on the shoulders of another, and thus was able to reach the child. A moment or two later, the blazing roof fell in. When John was carried to his parents, who had supposed that he was lost in the fire, the father cried out, "Come, neighbors, let us kneel down. Let us give thanks to God, who has given me all my eight children. Let the house go; I am rich enough now." There­fore, by the goodness and mercy of God, John Wesley was saved "as a brand plucked from the burning."— Mabel P. Smith in Light and Life Evangel.


There is an Eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an Ear that never shuts
When sink the beams of light;
There is an Arm that never tires
When human strength gives way;
There is a Love that never fails,
When earthly loves decay.Selected.


Called by Name

He who "made the stars" named them and "he calleth them all by their names" (Ps. 147:4). This great Shepherd "calleth his own sheep by name" (John 10: 3). When He called Ananias by name from Heaven, He not only gave him the name of a recently converted persecutor, but also named the street on which he was visiting, and the name of his host (Acts 9:10-12). He is not too engrossed with the affairs of the universe to call even the weakest believer by name, and to note his house and street address, and the circumstances surrounding him, and to minister to him! Hallelujah, what a Saviour!


He Will Care For Me

There was a poor colored woman who earned her living by hard daily labor, but who was a joyous, triumphant Christian.

"Ah, Nancy," said a gloomy Christian lady to her one day, "it is well enough to be happy now; but I should think the thoughts of the future would sober you. Only suppose, for instance, you should have a spell of sickness, and be unable to work; or suppose your present employer should move away, and no one else should give you anything to do; or suppose—."

"Stop!" cried Nancy. "I never supposes. De Lawd is my Shepherd, and I knows I shall not want. And, Honey," she added, to her gloomy friend, "it's all dem supposes as is makin' you so mis'able. You better give dem all up and just trust de Lawd."

The believer is always joyful, but who ever saw a joyful supposer?

"Let me like a little sparrow
Trust Him where I cannot see,
In the sunshine or the shadow,
Singing He will care for me."S. C. Bredbenner in Gospel Herald


When the Enemy Stood at Attention

Three Scotch privates and a corporal had been cut off during a fierce engagement in a Belgian town one day just preceding Dunkirk. Taking refuge in the loft of an empty house they waited what seemed to be certain death. Outside they heard the Germans setting fire to buildings, looting, killing. Suddenly the corporal said, "Lads, it's time for church parade, let's hae a wee bit of service here; it may be oar last." The soldiers looked a bit astonished, but placing their rifles in a corner, they stood at attention. The corporal took a small Testament from his breast pocket and turned the pages. As he read, loud shouts came from below. Doors banged, and glass was shattered. He ended, and his grave face took on a wry smile. "I'm noo a gude hand at this job, but we must finish it off. Let us pray." The corporal stood with the Testament in his hand. The others kneeled and bowed their heads. A little haltingly and very simply he committed their way to God and asked for strength to meet their coming fate like men. Suddenly a heavy hand crashed open the door. An exultant exclamation in German was heard, and then a gasp of surprise. Not a man moved and the corporal went calmly on. After a pause he began, with great reverence, to repeat the Lord's Prayer. Hearing a click of his heels, they knew the enemy was standing at attention. A moment of suspense, the door closed, and footsteps died away. At dusk the four men ventured out, worked around the enemy's flank, and reached the British outposts in safety that night.—The Record.


Beside The Plow

Besides the plow He walks with me,
And if my steps be slow,
He pauses, waiting so that He
May lead me where I go.
I feel His presence at my side,
His hand upon my hair,
His love sweeps boundless like the tide
About me everywhere.

Beside the plow He walks with me,
I cut the furrows deep,
I know His gentle eyes will see
The harvest that I reap.
His guiding touch is on my arm,
And well I know the care
That keeps me safe from sin and harm
Is with me everywhere.

Beside the plow He walks with me,
And all my troubles sweep
Away, I know that there will be
No time to pine or weep.
My very oxen seem to feel
The rapture in the air;
The love that lives to bless and heal
Surrounds us everywhere.

Beside the plow He walks with me,
And lo, the sun shines down;
The same that smiled on Galilee,
And on a thorny crown.
God grant that when the shadows creep
Across the mountain fair
His love may still be wide and deep
About me everywhere.Selected.

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