Grace Sermon Illustrations

Grace Sermon Illustrations

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Enough of Something

An old incident comes to me of a wee lad taken to the seashore from a tene­ment house in New York. He knew nothing of the country life, had few friends and none of the comforts of life. When the ladies took him to the beach, he stood with his feet deep in the sand and his eyes fastened on the ocean. He had never seen the ocean before.

"What are you thinking of?" they asked.

"Oh," said he, "I am thinking how nice it is to see enough of something."—Gospel Herald.


Day by Day

A man can no more take a supply of grace for the future than he can eat enough today to last him for the next six months, or take sufficient air into his lungs to sustain life for a week to come. We must draw upon God's boundless stores for grace from day to day, as we need it.—D. L. Moody.


"Self-Made" Men

Speaking of salvation by grace, Mr. Moody has said: "It is well that man cannot save himself; for if a man could only work his own way to Heaven, you would never hear the last of it. Why, if a man happens to get a little ahead of his fellows and scrapes a few thousands of dollars together, you'll hear him boast of being a self-made man. I've heard so much of this sort of talk that I am sick and tired of the whole business; and I am glad that through all eternity in Heaven we will never hear anyone bragging of how he worked his way to get there."—Mid-Continent.


"Dip It Up"

We are often in the position of a ship I read of years ago, which was in distress on the high seas because her supply of fresh water had run out. The crew was liable to die the most horrible of deaths by thirst, and that with water all around him. When hope was almost given up, they sighted a ship in the far distance. At once they hoisted signals of distress. The only answer they got was, "Dip it up." What heartless mockery to tell people to dip up buckets of salt water! They signaled again, but the same answer came back. In despair, they lowered a bucket. Imagine their amazement and their joy when the water proved to be fresh, living water. There was, in reality, no miracle or mystery. They thought they were on the high seas, whereas, in fact, they were at the mouth of the mighty River Amazon.

Are we not often in the same case as that? Life all around seems dead and dull and dry. We feel inclined to throw things up in despair. Yet all the time infinite resources of a good and loving God are around us. We need to draw on Him.—The Bishop of Stafford.


C. H. Spurgeon tells of an occasion when he was riding home one evening after a heavy day's work and feeling very wearied and depressed, until the verse—'My grace is sufficient for thee' came to him He immediately compared himself to a little fish in the Thames, apprehensive lest, drinking so many pints of water in the river each day, it might drink the Thames dry, and hearing Father Thames say to it, 'Drink away, little fish, my stream is sufficient for thee.' Then he thought of a little mouse in the granaries of Joseph in Egypt, afraid lest it might—by daily consumption of the corn it needed—exhaust the supplies and starve to death; when Joseph came along and, sensing its fear, said, 'Cheer up, little mouse, my granaries are sufficient for thee.' Or again, he thought of himself as a man climbing some high mountain to reach its lofty summit, and dreading lest he might exhaust all the oxygen in the atmosphere, when the Creator Himself said, `Breathe away, O man, and fill thy lungs ever; my atmosphere is sufficient for thee.'

(2 Cor. 12. 9)


There is a day that comes apace,
Long looked-for by the blood-washed race
That ends their earthly story:
Their last day here of toil and strait,
Whose sunset finds us at the gate,
The very gate of glory.
What would we wish that day to be,
Whose nightfall brings with certainty
The end of Time's brief measure?
Oh! nothing better can we ask
Than grace to fill our last day's task
Entirely for His pleasure.—George Cutting

(John I. 16; 2 Cor. 4. 15; 2 Cor. 9. 8)


Dwight L. Moody became so stirred in the preparation of his sermon on `Grace', so wrought up in his search for truth, that he seized his hat, left his study, strode out into the street and accosted the first man he met with the abrupt enquiry: 'Do you know what Grace is?' The man happened to be a policeman on point duty, and the question and earnestness of D. L. Moody broke him down and was used to his conversion. Is it any wonder that a man, fired with such earnestness and intensity, exerted such power over audiences?

(Tit. 2. 11)


In the days of the American revolutionary war there lived at Ephrata, Pennsylvania, a plain Baptist pastor, Peter Miller, who enjoyed the friendship of General Washington. There also dwelt in that town one Michael Wittman, an evil-minded man who did all in his power to abuse and oppose that pastor. But Michael Wittman was involved in treason and was arrested, and sentenced to death. The old preacher started out on foot and walked the whole seventy miles to Philadelphia that he might plead for that man's life. He was admitted into Washington's presence and begged for the life of the traitor. 'No, Peter,' said Washington, 'I cannot grant you the life of your friend.' My friend,' exclaimed the preacher, `he is the bitterest enemy I have!' `What?' cried Washington, 'you have walked seventy miles to save the life of an enemy? That puts the matter in a different light. I will grant the pardon.' And he did. And Peter Miller took Michael Wittman from the very shadow of death, back to his own home in Ephrata—but he went no longer as an enemy but as a friend.—Light and Liberty

(Rom. 5. 10; 12. 20; 2 Cor. 8. 9)

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