God's Care Sermon Illustrations

God's Care Sermon Illustrations

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The Abiding Secret

Once talking in this strain, in a hall in Ireland, I said, "What is it to abide in Him?" It is to keep on saying, minute by minute, "For this I have Jesus." And what will He be saying with all the grace of His victory, and all the victory of His grace? "For this you have me." As I sat down and the meeting opened for testimony, the young lady presided at the piano rose and said, "I must be the first to testify, since I have now to leave the hall. While the message of the sermon was going forward, I received this telegram which reads, `Mother is very ill; take first train home.' As I read the startling news, my heart looked up and said, `For this I have Jesus.' Instantly a peace and strength flooded my being." We who listened saw in her face a light that never was on land or sea. She went on, "I have never traveled alone, `For this I have Jesus.' I must take a midnight train, `For this I have Jesus.' Then I make connection and cross the channel, 'For this I have Jesus.' Then I take my long railroad journey to the south of England. For this and all the suspense that goes with it, I have Jesus." So she left us a living illustration of the faithfulness of Jesus to them who count on him. Three or four weeks passed when a letter, a psalm of praise, came from her: "Life has become an uninterrupted psalm of victory as I see that everywhere, uninterruptedly, `For this I have Jesus.' "—Alliance Weekly.


Never "All By Myself"

A Methodist minister tells a pretty story of his little girl, who, wishing to speak to him one day when he was in his study, came up the stairs, and, finding the door closed, put her small hand on the doorknob. The child's hand was too tiny to grasp the handle firmly enough to turn it. To her delight, however, the handle turned, the door opened, and she ran into the study, exclaiming: "Oh, Daddy, I have opened the door all by myself!" She was all unaware that her father, hearing her trying to open the door, had quietly got up from his chair and turned the handle from the inside. Thus God helps us when we do our best, and he makes the impossible possible. "I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me."—Christian Herald.


"When sorrows press and faith seems dim,
Hold fast, look up, and trust in Him
He fainteth not.

"Mid earth's confusion, strain and din.
He giveth perfect peace within;
He faileth not.

"His every word fulfilled shall be:
His unveiled glory we shall see;
He changeth not." Selected


A Remarkable Answer To Prayer

Mr. Jay Gould once left his eastern home for a trip across the continent. In the western part of Texas the train he was traveling on was halted for a few hours at a little town to make needed repairs on the engine. Mr. Gould, to pass the time, walked up the village street, and found a sale going on, and the auctioneer calling out, "Fourteen hundred and seventy-five dollars." He inquired of a man what was being sold, and was told that it was a new church that the contracting builder had a claim on for the work. Mr. Gould, to help the sale, offered fifteen hundred dollars, which the auctioneer called a few times without a raise, and the church was sold to Mr. Gould at his bid.

Three gray-haired old men standing near watched the proceedings of the transfer and, going up to Mr. Gould, not knowing who he was asked him what he intended to do with the church he had just bought.

"What is it to you what I do with it? It is mine now, to keep or to give away," said the millionaire.

One of the men said: "This is what it is to us: We three men are trustees of that church house and were sent here to see and then report what disposal was made of it; and in the church, at this present moment, the entire congregation, with the presiding elders and preachers, are down on their knees before the God of Heaven, asking Him to Divinely interfere in some way to save our church, so that it may not be lost to us. That is what it is to our people."

Jay Gould gave the people their church. Selected.


The Right Kind of Religion

Some years ago in the little suburb of Rock Run, where I have my Mission Sunday School, an epidemic of chicken pox broke out. I visited one of the homes where this infantile ailment seemed to be the worst; the whole family were down with it. I danced the youngsters on my knee, carried the baby in my arms. The father had it pretty badly also, and I kneeled by his bed and prayed with him. Then lo and behold! it was discovered that our "chicken pox" was the worst form of smallpox. Rock Run Suburb was strictly quarantined, the public school closed and our chapel where we had Sunday-school was not permitted to open for almost a year. But nothing happened to me or mine. "I would have been scared to death," one young lady exclaimed. "You don't have the right kind of religion, come and join my church," I laughingly told her. "The religion of the church I belong to teaches that the Lord takes care of His own." —Sunday School


The Best of All

When John Wesley came to the end of his "unparalleled apostolate," as Augustine Birrell beautifully described it, with his eighty-eight years behind him and over sixty of unremitting activity and service, he was not sighing or longing for just one more year, one more of those amazing circuits of his. There was no hint of the best of his life being in the past. Not at all. Great as those triumphant years had been, these last hours of his were just as good as any. The best was right here now, and he closed it all by saying, "The best of all is, God is with us." And when Dean Stanley's devotion put up the tablet to the Wesleys in Westminster Abbey, he summed up all Wesley's life in these own words of his: "The best of all is, God is with us." And all the worst that can happen to us must be judged by that.—Sunday School Times.


Some Big "Ifs"—And God

A speech which Winston Churchill made behind closed doors, to representatives of the mining industry, has just been made public. In it the Prime Minister revealed more plainly than hitherto the defenseless position of Britain on land, immediately following the fall of France. We had lost all our equipment in France and could only muster two hundred field guns, some of which were brought out of museums, and less than fifty tanks. "I have often asked myself," he said, "what would have happened if Hitler had put three-quarter of a million men on board all the barges and boats, and let them stream across, taking the chance of losing three-quarters of them. There would have been a terrible shambles in this country, because we had hardly a weapon."—Courtesy of Moody Monthly.


Quiet Trust

An Englishman traveling through Ceylon says: "As I was dining in a home in Timcomolec I was startled to hear the hostess ask her servant to place a bowl of milk on the deerskin near her chair. I knew at once there was a cobra in the room, for they prefer milk to anything else. We also knew that a hasty movement meant death, so we sat like statues. Soon, to our amazement, a cobra uncoiled itself from my hostess' ankle and swiftly glided toward the milk, where it was quickly killed." What a triumph of self-control over the external! But if we use the same quiet trust in Christ as this woman did in the bowl of milk, when the serpent of all evil approaches us, internal triumphs over him would be more numerous than they are now.—Record of Christian Work.


When the Missionaries Prayed

The missionaries at a certain Chinese mission were ordered by the British legation to leave Sanyuan because of the dangers from conflicting soldiery. "Carts were ordered, and all was ready to start the next day. Then it came over the missionaries that it would be dishonoring God to go to a place of safety, leaving their flock exposed. So a prayer meeting was held, with the re­sult that the carts were sent away and they stayed. They were kept in peace of mind, although a robber band, a thou­sand strong, was marching on the city and was within twelve miles. Then came a terrific downpour of rain, such as had not been known for years, scattering the robbers and making the roads impassable." It was a small scale representation of the story of Sennacherib's host.—The Expositor.


Another Person with Them

Three men were treading over the inhospitable mountains and treacherous glaciers of South Georgia in the Antarctic, in an attempt to rescue the rest of the South Polar party. Later, Sir Ernest Shackelton wrote in his diary: "When I look back at those days, I have no doubt that Providence guided us.. . During that long and racing march of thirty-six hours over the unnamed mountains and glaciers of South Georgia, it seemed to me that we were four, not three. I said nothing to my companions on this point, but afterward Worsely said to me, `Boss, I had a curious feeling on the march that there was another person with us.' Crean confessed the same idea. One feels the dearth of human words, the rough­ness of mortal speech, in trying to describe things intangible, but a record of our journeys would not be complete without a reference to a subject so very near our hearts." Those who cleave to God will find that in the time of need He is ever near.—The Upper Room.


No Need of Counting

There is a strange tribe of natives in Africa. It is said that they never count. They know nothing of arithmetic. A gentleman asked one of them how many sheep he had. "Don't know," replied the native. "Then how do you know if one or two are missing?" The reply was striking and beautiful. "Not because the number would be less, but because of a face that I would miss." Sunday School Times.

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