Heaven Sermon Illustrations

Heaven Sermon Illustrations

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I'll Keep Dreaming Still

If I am dreaming, let me still dream on For thou hast given me an even song. If Heaven and eternal bliss aren't real, Don't rob me of the peace I feel.

You say I am deceived, there is no God,
Who loves and cares for men of mortal sod;
Yet, in His presence, I have all delight,
And all my darkness, He has turned to light.

You have no hope, no peace, no joy like mine,
You have no One on whom you may recline;
My Christ, my God, you want to take away,
What would you give me, in their stead, I pray?

So, if I'm dreaming, I'll keep dreaming still
And seek to serve Him with a hearty will;
Then in the future, in the vaulted sky,
We'll find who did the dreaming, you or I? —R. E. Neighbour, D.D.

Ever New

"The holy Jerusalem, descending out of Heaven from God, having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal" (Rev. 21 :10, 11).

Many people suppose that we shall see Heaven the first day we get there. You canot see London in two weeks. You cannot see Rome in six weeks. You canot see Venice in a month. You cannot see the great City of the New Jerusalem in a day. No; it will take all eternity to see Heaven, to count the towers, to examine the trophies, to gaze upon the thrones, to see the hierarchies. Ages on ages roll, and yet, Heaven is new. The streets new! The Temple new! The joy new! The song new!T. DeWitt Talmage.

There or Here?

"Poor R—; I understand that poor R— did not leave much property," said a friend commiseratingly of one who had just died, as he drove home with the min­ister from the cemetery. "Too bad! He worked hard and made money, but he was too tenderhearted. I think every beggar in town must have known him." The minister listened politely. "I suppose what you say is right about his having no property, but I imagine, from what I have known of his life, that he must have considerable property to go to."—Forward.

The New Song

There was a Wesleyan preacher in England, Peter Mackenzie, full of native humor, a most godly man. He was once preaching from the text: "And they sang a new song," and he said: "Yes, there will be singing in Heaven, and when I get there I want to have David with his harp, and Paul, and Peter, and other saints gather around for a sing. And I will announce a hymn from the Weslyan Hymnal; let us sing hymn No. 749—

'My God, my Father, while I stray—'

But someone will say, 'That won't do. You are in Heaven, Peter; there's no straying here.' And I will say, Yes, that's so. Let us sing No. 651—

'Though waves and storms go o'er my head,
`Though friends be gone and hopes be dead—'

But another saint will interrupt, `Peter, you forget you are in Heaven now; there are no storms here.' Well, I will try again—No. 536—

'Into a world of ruffians sent—' 'Peter! Peter!' someone will say, `we will put you out unless you stop giving out inappropriate hymns.' I will ask,—What can we sing? And they will say: `Sing the new song, the song of Moses and the Lamb.' "Mootly's Anecdotes.

Longing for Heaven

John Wesley, a classical scholar with a virile mind, gave himself fully to God and consecrated all his powers to His service. Though possessed of a scholar's love for books, he spent most of his life in the saddle and in the active duties of a most strenuous life. With a passionate love for art, especially for music and architecture, he turned away from their charms to blow the gospel trumpet with all his might. With a more than ordinary longing for the sweets and comforts of human love, he rose above disappointments which would have crushed ordinary men, forgot his "only-bleeding heart" (his own expression), and gave himself unreservedly to the work of binding up the broken-hearted. Visiting the beautiful grounds of an English nobleman, he said, "I, too, have a relish for these things; but there is another world."—Sunday School Times.

At a funeral, a minister was heard saying,

"I cannot tell you anything about the life to come.
I cannot prove it to you, for I have never been there.
But I have a Friend who has, and I trust that Friend."

That sums it all up. We believe in the resurrection of the body and the life of the world to come because of the testimony of that friend, Jesus Christ.

Heaven is the centre of the Christian's universe and he is bound to it by eight golden links:

Our Father is there—Matt. 6. 9: our Savior is there—Heb. 9. 24: our home is there—John 14. 2: our name is there—Luke 10. 20: our life is there—Col. 3. 1-3: our heart is there—Matt. 6. 19-21: our inheritance is there-1 Pet. 1. 3-5: and our citizenship is there—Phil. 3. 20 (R.V.)—Henry Durbanville

A child was sitting in a field of flowers,
With naught of care to veil the sunlit hours:
`Whose child art thou?' She lifted up her head;
`I am my mother's child,' the maiden said.
`Where dost thou dwell?' The simple lips replied,
`I live at home, upon the mountain-side.'
No sweeter words, though round the earth we roam,
Can be than those two words—mother and home.
An aged pilgrim, when the day grew late,
Sat reading David at her garden gate:
`Art thou a daughter of the heavenly King?'
`I am my Father's child Whose praise I sing.'
`Is this your dwelling-place, the home you love?'
`I have a better Home in Heaven above.'
No sweeter words have been to mortals given
Than those two golden words—Father and Heaven.—William Wileman

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