Grace Sermon Illustrations

Grace Sermon Illustrations

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Grace when the sun is shining Lord,
Grace when the sky is black,
Grace when I get the unkind word,
Grace on the too-smooth track,
Grace when I'm elbowed into a nook,
Grace when I get my turn,
Grace when the dinner will not cook,
Grace when the fire won't burn.

Grace when my duties all go wrong,
Grace when they all go right,
Grace when it's gladness, praise and song,
Grace when I have to fight,
Grace when my clothes are fresh and new,
Grace when they're worn and old,
Grace when my purse is empty too,
Grace when its full of gold.

Grace when the saved ones don't act saved,
Grace when they all blame me,
Grace when denied the good I've craved,
Grace when I get my plea,
Grace when the midnight hours I tell,
Grace when the morn is nigh,
Grace when I'm healthy, strong and well,
Grace when I come to die.

Lord Jesus, hear and grant the grace:
My need to Thy store I bring,
That, the proper one in the proper place,
I may glorify Thee, my King.

(John 1. 16; 2 Cor. 12. 9)


It was the eve of Waterloo, 18th June, 1815. The rain was coming down steadily and relentlessly, and round the farm­houses of Hougemont and La Haye Saint the sheaves of corn grouped in stooks looked soddened and spoilt.

Napoleon had ordered Marshall Ney to place picked sentries to patrol these strategic farms, and so prevent Marshal Blucher and the German army from joining their British allies.

Now in the large cornfield outside the wall of La Haye Saint, a tall Corporal of the Old Guard had been detailed for sentry duty. He did his best, up and down, in the pitiless rain. On one side, in the far distance he could see the sullen glow of British camp fires. On the other, no sign of the Prussian. Up and down—up and down! he was getting weary and he was feeling stiff and chilled. The corn stokes looked inviting; underneath them it was dry; one big sheaf turned over would make a good mattress. The foe would not be abroad on such a night as this; not a sound anywhere but the swish and splash of the rain. Oh for twenty minutes' rest and warmth, no officers likely to be about—no one would know! He looked each way—nothing stirred but that monotonous swish of the steady rain. Bien! He rolled up his greatcoat for a pillow, laid down the dry sheaf, and taking off his tall `shako', and placing his long musket with its fixed bayonet by his side, was soon comfortably esconced and clear of the rain, and a few minutes more and he was fast asleep.

Now that night Napoleon was taking no chances in spite of his orders to Ney. So, telling his orderly to bring out his favorite horse, `Marengo', and muffled up in his well-known long cloak, the two started to make a tour of the sentries round the farmhouses. All, alert, challenged these riders till the great cornfield was reached. The rain had at last ceased, the clouds were breaking and scurrying away. Napoleon strained his shaded eyes to find a sentry there and failed. So leaving Marengo with his orderly, he quietly went round the field. No sentry anywhere! A fitful ray of light from a still fitful moon, shines on something bright in the middle of the field. Stealthily he makes for it, to find a musket and bayonet on the damp ground, and a sentry asleep under a stoke! Quietly the Emperor picks up the musket and stands like a statue, keeping guard, yet watching his man. Presently the moon shines on the sleeping sentry who wakes, rubs his eyes, looks, misses his musket, rolls out on hands and knees and, looking up, meets the bent head and the stern eyes of the Emperor.

`Mon Dieu! c'est l'Empereur!' Springing to attention, he stands shaking before Napoleon. Falling on his knees, he falters out, 'Sire, take my bayonet and kill me yourself.' It is said that Napoleon replied, `Corporal! you know your fate tomorrow morning, but listen—I have kept your watch and guard—your life is spared. Resume guard!' What would not that soldier do for his Emperor?—E. Matheson

(2 Cor. 8. 9; Tit. 2. 11)


O God, how beautiful the thought,
How merciful the blest decree,
That grace can always be found when sought,
And nought shut out the soul from thee.—Eliza Cook


He Did His Part

"The son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost" (Luke 19:10).
That man is an utterly lost sinner who could never find his own way back to God, is a very unpalatable truth for the average natural man or woman. We all like to think there is something we can do to help save ourselves, whereas, according to God's Word we are not only lost, but without ability to retrieve our condition. It is remarkable how apt the colored folks are in quick illustrations of spiritual realities, as the following instance will show.

A recent convert, a colored man, rose in a meeting to give his testimony to the saving grace of God. He told how the Lord had won his heart and given deliverance from the guilt and power of sin. He spoke of Christ and His work, but said nothing of any efforts of his own.

The leader of the meeting was of a legalistic turn of mind, and when the negro's testimony was ended, he said, "Our brother has only told us of the Lord's part in his salvation. When I was converted there was a whole lot I had to do myself before I could expect the Lord to do anything for me. Brother, didn't you do your part first before God did His?" The other was on his feet again in an instant and replied: "Yes, sah, Ah clear done forgot. Ah didn't tell you 'bout my part, did I? Well, Ah did my part for over thirty years, runnin' away from God as fast as evah my sins could carry me. That was my part. An' God took aftah me till He run me down. That was His part." It was well put and tells the story that every redeemed sinner understands.

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