God's Care Sermon Illustrations

God's Care Sermon Illustrations

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His Little Girl's Answer

A young clergyman in a London church lost his wife. They had a little girl. The parishioners hoped that some relative would come to take care of her, but none appeared. Two or three years passed. One Sunday when the pews were crowded, the clergyman came up the aisle leading the child, whom he seated in the corner of the front pew. The service went on until the sermon began. In his sermon the minister spoke of the mother of Christ, and her agony of heart at the cross. Said he, "Think what a child's life is without a mother's love! Who else can tend, who can cherish, who can love, like a mother?" In the depth of his feeling, the rector's strong voice halted, as if for an answer, and in the hush of the great congregation a little childish voice spoke out, very sweetly and clearly: "A faver would do just eve'y bit as well, Papa dear." So our Father with heart more tender than a mother's, with sympathy more pronounced than a brother's, and with love exceeding all human love combined seeks to do the greatest good to the family of mankind. Can we not, then say with Jesus— "Our Father"? Present Truth.


"He Forgets Not His Own"

Does God grant special protection to His children in battle dangers? Listen to this. A group of soldiers on the Anzio bridgehead in Italy were cut off from their company by German machine gunners. When the farmhouse they were defending was directly hit, all but three of the fifteen were wounded. The officer lay in the rubble but was able to reach for his Daily Light. The text he saw proved to be, "When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him" (Isa. 59:19). Happily the officer read it aloud, declaring his assurance that all of them would be rescued. True enough, in a few minutes an Allied hospital truck drove up and the entire group was helped in and carried to safety. But the strange thing about it was that German machine gunners watched the operation from their trenches only fifty yards away and never fired a shot, while a German sentry at the crossroads appeared equally indifferent. All agreed that it was nothing less than a direct intervention of God. Wesleyan Missionary.


Special Providence

A sparrow had built its nest in a freight car while in the shops for repair. When the car was in order and started again into service, a nest full of young sparrows seemed about to be robbed of a mother's care. But though the car traveled several hundred miles, the mother bird would not desert her young. The sympathy of the trainmen was touched and they notified the division superintendent, who ordered the car out of commission until the little birds were able to care for themselves.

If a great railroad system can be ordered so as to protect helpless sparrows, is it hard to believe that the great Superintendent of the universe orders all things for the good of His children? Otterbein Teacher.


A Wagonload of Food

A young minister and his wife were sent on to their first charge in Vermont about the year 1846. On the circuit were few members, and most of these were in poor circumstances. After a few months the minister and his wife found themselves getting short of provisions. Finally their last food had been cooked, and where to look for new support was a question which demanded immediate attention.

"The morning meal was eaten, not without anxious feelings; but this young servant of the Most High had laid his all upon the altar, and his wife also possessed much of the spirit of self-sacrifice; and they could not think that Saviour who had said to those He had called and sent out to preach in His Name: `Lo, I am with you always', would desert them among strangers. After uniting in family prayer he sought a sanctuary in an old barn, and there committed their case to God:—his wife met her Saviour in her closet and poured out her heart before Him there.

"That morning a young married farmer, a mile or two away, was going with a number of hands to his mowing field, but as he afterward told the minister, he was obliged to stop short. He told his hired help to go on, but he must go back—he must go and carry provisions to the minister's house. He returned to the house, and telling his wife how he felt, asked her help in putting up the things he must carry. He harnessed his horse to his wagon; put up a bushel of potatoes, meat, flour, sugar, butter, etc. He was not a professor of religion. The minister's wife told me there was a good wagon­load. He drove it to the house, and found that his gifts were most thankfully received. This account was received from the minister himself,—David Y.—who died in Chelsea, Mass., in December 1875,—and subsequently from his wife,—and communicated to a correspondent of the The Christian."—Selected.


Rolling Them Back

If any man suffer as a Christian, let him not be ashamed; but let him glorify God on this behalf. The old colored saint knew the secret when he quaintly said, "When the Lord tests me, then I always test Him. When He rolls any heavy burden on me, I just roll it back on Him." Alliance Weekly.


Saved From Lions

My God hath sent His Angel, and hath shut the lions' mouths.

One day a boy in Africa was sent on a lonely track through a country full of lions. Now I should have been very frightened, wouldn't you? Well. Andrew was very frightened, but he kept saying to himself, "Heavenly Father has sent me on this journey and He will look after me."

Then suddenly what do you think happened? He turned a corner in the path, and there were two huge, tawny lions crouching on an ant hill by the side of the path waiting for him! What was he to do? If he ran back they would come bounding after him, if he went forward they would spring on him — and so what do you think poor trembling Andrew did? He knelt in the path right in front of the lions and prayed to His Heavenly Father to pro­tect him, and then he said to himself, "I must forget my doubts and deliver this letter!"

So he got up and walked straight on past the lions! And God did just the same for Andrew as He did for Daniel—He shut those lions' mouths. Andrew walked past, and they never made one attempt to eat him; they couldn't because God was holding them back!

Now won't you also trust such a wonderful Father to keep you day by day? British Evangelist.


Christ The Door

For a good many years we have wondered why Christ mixed His figures in His parable of the Good Shepherd. At one place He calls Himself the Shepherd and at another the Door. A recent book explains it beautifully. It says: "A traveler in Palestine once had a conversation with a shepherd at work near a sheepfold, who showed him the various features of the fold. Thereupon the traveler remarked: 'You say, here is the sheepfold, there are the sheep, and this is the doorway; but where is the door?' 'The door?' asked the shepherd. 'I am the door. I lie across the entrance at night. No sheep can pass out, no wolf can come in, except over my body.'" Beautiful, is it not? Christ did not mix His figures, after all. He is both the Shepherd and the Door.—Council Fires.


The Best Dugout
Mr. Toliver, a missionary in Szech­wan, West China, met two high Government officials who are out-and-out Christians and soul-winners. One told of an air raid he, his wife, and their six­year-old daughter went through. Having no dugout, they took refuge under the dining room table. As bombs fell nearby they bowed and prayed. When the danger had passed, the little girl looked up and said, "Daddy, the Lord Jesus is the best dugout, isn't He?"—China's Millions.


Under Observation

Some years ago I sat with a brother in a rowboat on the sheltered waters of the Erie harbor. The wind was less than a gale, and we could hear the roar of tumbling water on the unprotected shore of Presque Isle. Just as we neared the lookout tower of the life saving station, a motorboat, occupied by a lone woman, passed the tower, and headed for the white-capped waves... I wondered if she drove her boat into the threshing water to divest her mind of unhappy memories, dull the edge of sorrow, or forget a sin. As she passed the tower she called to the watchman, "I am going outside about six miles. Will you keep me under observation?"... The guard touched his cap... With a telescope pointed in her direction, the least indication of trouble would have brought a powerful motor-driven life­boat to her rescue. Somewhere in the mystic towers of God, they know the stars by name, and note the sparrow's fall. He giveth His angels charge over some... Our Lord declared that the little children about Him were watched over by the angels.—Sunday School Times.


The Word that Stayed With Him

A young man who was driven out of western China during the riots, years ago, was the treasurer of our mission there, and there were others farther up than he who needed silver to pay their way out. He saw that they were cared for, and then started down the river himself. The rioters overtook him, boarded his boat, and he jumped overboard. They began to spear at him in the water. He would dart under the boat and come up on the other side, only to find another spear shot at him. Down he would go again, and up again, only to be speared at again, until his case became hopeless. Finally, he struck out for the shore, and as he stood in the face of the surrounding mob, the chief said, "Let him go," and they melted away. At Northfield, when he was asked to tell his story on Missionary Day, he said, "Some friends were curious to know what particular text of Scripture came to me when I was down under the boat. Scripture text? The Lord Himself was there!" And everyone who heard him speak knew that He, the Lord was there,—The King's Business.


Was It Trust?

A minister said he had heard so much about trusting God to provide support in hard times that he thought he would try it for himself. So as he was about to attend a certain convention he decided he would go and trust God for his board while there. He went, but on returning he was heard to say: "If I had not taken along money to pay my board, I don't know what I would have done."—Sunday School Times.

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