Heaven Sermon Illustrations

Heaven Sermon Illustrations

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Early in the sixteenth century Peter Martyr wrote to the Pope about a scheme to find a land of immense wealth, eternal summer and perpetual youth. The Pope gave his blessing, and ships were fitted out to sail westward in search of that land. They sailed round Florida and visited many islands, but could not find the object of their search. They failed because they searched in the wrong place.

Dreams cannot picture that world so fair:
Sorrow and death cannot enter there:
Time does not breathe on its fadeless bloom.
Beyond the seas and beyond the tomb—
It is there.

(Col. 1. 5; Rev. 22. 1-5)


There is a land where shadows never deepen,
And sunset glories fade not into night,
Where weary hearts shall win the boon of endless blessing,
And faith is lost in sight.

A land where sad farewells are never spoken,
Where every loss of life is richest gain,
Where stumbling feet at last shall find a haven,
And hearts have no more pain.

A land where those who sigh for long-lost faces,
The loved of life whose going brought us pain,
Shall find them in the brightness of the Father's glory,
Where we shall meet again.

On that bright strand the blood-washed ones of Jesus
Are safe; no more the weary feet shall roam;
They find at last all that the heart has longed for,
Within God's house at home.

(John 14. 2, 3; Rev. 22. 1, 5)


Some time ago Charles E. Fuller announced that he would be speaking the following Sunday on 'Heaven'. During that week a beautiful letter was received from an old man who was very ill, and the following is part of his letter.

`Next Sunday you are to talk about Heaven. I am interested in that land, because I have held a clear title to a bit of property there for over fifty-five years. I did not buy it. It was given to me without money and without price. But the Donor purchased it for me at tremendous sacrifice. I am not holding it for speculation since the title is not transferable. It is not a vacant lot. For more than half a century I have been sending materials out of which the greatest Architect and Builder of the Universe has been building a home for me which will never need to be remodeled nor repaired because it will suit me perfectly, individually, and will never grow old. Termites can never undermine its foundations for they rest on the Rock of Ages. Fire cannot destroy it. Floods cannot wash it away. No locks nor bolts will ever be placed upon its doors, for no vicious person can ever enter that land where my dwelling stands, now almost com­pleted and almost ready for me to enter in and abide in peace eternally, without fear of being ejected.

'There is a valley of deep shadow between the place where I live in California and that to which I shall journey in a very short time. I cannot reach my home in that City of Gold without passing through this dark valley of shadows. But I am not afraid because the best Friend I ever had went through the same valley long, long ago and drove away all its gloom. He has stuck by me through thick and thin, since we first became acquainted fifty-five years ago, and I hold His promise in printed form, never to forsake me or leave me alone. He will be with me as I walk through the valley of shadows, and I shall not lose my way when He is with me.

`I hope to hear your sermon on Heaven next Sunday from my home in Los Angeles, California, but I have no assurance that I shall be able to do so. My ticket to Heaven has no date marked for the journey—no return coupon—and no permit for baggage. Yes, I am all ready to go and I may not be here while you are talking next Sunday evening, but I shall meet you there someday.'—Messenger of Peace

(1 Pet. 1. 3-4; Ps. 23. 4)


Oh think! To step ashore and that shore Heaven:
To breathe new air, and that celestial air;
To feel refreshed and know 'tis immortality.
Oh think! To pass from storm and stress
To one unbroken calm; to wake and find it Glory.

(Ps. 17. 15 ; John 14. 2)


A preacher, passing through an institution, was asked by a woman: 'Sir, what work of man will be in Heaven?"None, my dear lady,' he replied, thinking to escape quickly. 'Oh, yes, there will; can you not tell me?' she persisted. 'No, I cannot, but will you not tell me?' said the preacher. 'Yes, sir,' she replied, 'it will be the print of the nails in the hands and feet of the Lord Jesus Christ. That is the only work of man that will be seen in heaven.'


It has been said that the light of heaven is the Face of Jesus Christ: the joy of heaven is the presence of Jesus Christ: the melody of heaven is the name of Jesus Christ: the harmony of heaven is the praise of Jesus Christ: the theme of heaven is the work of Jesus Christ: the employment of heaven is the service of Jesus Christ: and the fullness of heaven is the Lord Jesus Christ Himself.

(Rev. 5. 6-10)


Home in Heaven

A good friend of the `long ago', when passing out of sight under almost tragic circumstances, had a glorious departure. I came to know him in Malaya, where he was a young missionary. It was on the eve of his sailing for home on his first furlough, after five years in the East, when he was taken suddenly ill. The doctors gave him two days to live.

But all his thoughts were fixed on home, his old parents, and the girl he loved and hoped to marry; moreover, he imagined he was getting better, instead of being at death's door. A mutual friend broke the news of his real condition to him. For a moment he seemed overwhelmed with the shock, then joy ap­peared to fill his soul as with beaming face he calmly said, `Ah, I was going home, to my earthly home. Now I am going home to the Heaven I've so often preached about.' How indisputable is the God-given inward know­ledge that the saved soul revels in, for 'he that believeth on the Son of God hath the witness in himself'.—Capt. E. G. Carre

(Phil. 1. 23; 1 John 5. 10)

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