Holy Spirit Sermon Illustrations

Holy Spirit Sermon Illustrations

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The Secret of His Eloquence

When Bishop Simpson preached years ago in Memorial Hall, London, he preached quietly and with very little gesticulation, but with such power that the whole assembly, as if moved by an irresistible impulse, arose at the climax of his message, then after a second or two sank into the seats. A professor of elocution was there. A friend who knew that he had come to criticize, asked him, after the service, how he liked the bishop's elocution. "Elocution!" he said. "That man doesn't need elocution. He's got the Holy Ghost." That was the secret back of the attracting power of Jesus Christ, and it tells the story of every great preacher whom God has used in the drawing of souls to himself.The King's Business.


Strong Enough to Bear the Load

In England, some of our bridges have a red diamond-shaped symbol at either end. It is a warning to those who would cross that the bridge is limited as to the weight it can take. If, therefore, a lorry driver comes with a ten-ton wagon to a bridge which cannot take more than five tons, he must make a detour and find another bridge that is strong enough to bear the load. Some Christians have that diamond-shaped symbol against them, too. God has had to put a warning: "This believer, very energetic, cannot stand the strain of injustice." Hence, when God would use us He cannot, and He must needs find another. Is this the reason you have not fulfilled the purpose God has for you? Is this the reason you are put aside? And do you feel it to be an impossibility for you to be patient, to suffer unjustly, to forgive in the spirit of Christ? Are you crying out, like Mary, "How shall this be?" Then hear the answer of that angelic voice: "The Holy Ghost."The King's Business.


He Came for the Wrong Spirit

"I have come a hundred miles," said a minister, "to get some of Mr. Moody's spirit." "You don't want my spirit," was the reply. "What you want is the Spirit of God."—Young People's Standard.


"Skinning the Wire"

I was in Washington some time ago. riding on a street car. It was one of those cars with an underground trolley. I observed that the motorman could easily make the car go slowly or make it go fast. When we would come to a cross street I noticed that by a touch of the handle the car would almost stop, and yet would not quite stop, but just go creeping along like a snail. Then all at once the motorman would touch the handle again, and the car would go almost at a rate of a mile a minute. And I got curious to know how the thing was done. I said to myself, "I can't see how it is that if he touches that wire at all he does not get all the power that there is in the power house," and so I ventured to go out on the platform and ask him.

"Why," he said, "when I squeeze this handle I open the mouth that grips the trolley. When I want to go slow, I open the mouth that grips the trolley, and it just touches it. When I want it to go fast it turns loose and grips the trolley, and gets all the power in the power house. We call the first `skinning the wire.'

I said to myself, I have got two thousand members in my church that are just "skinning the wire." They never have done anything but "skin the wire." And you know that just about nine-tenths of our churches—and I say this with intense sadness in my heart—nine­tenths of the churches in this country are skinning the wire."

But there is the power house; all the power of heaven is there, and it is at our disposal, if we will only grip the wire with the trolley of faith. The trouble is our faith is so weak that it just "skins the wire."—L. G. Broughton, in Earnest Worker.


Too Late

One evening when Mr. Alexander and I were in Brighton, England, one of the workers went out from the afternoon meeting to a restaurant for his evening meal. His attention was drawn toward the man who waited upon him, and there came to his heart a strong impression that he should speak to that waiter about his soul, but that seemed to him such an unusual thing to do that he kept putting it off. When the meal was ended and the bill paid, he stepped out of the restaurant, but had such a feeling that he should speak to that waiter, that he decided to wait outside until the waiter came out. In a little while the proprietor came out and asked him why he was waiting. He replied that he was waiting to speak with the man who had waited on him at the table. The proprietor replied, "You will never speak to that man again. After waiting upon you he went to his room and shot himself." Oh, men and women, there are opportunities open to every one of us tonight that will be gone, and gone forever, before another day dawns. The time is short!—R. A. Torrey.


Depending on God's Spirit

Sometimes quarrymen find a very hard kind of rock. They pick little grooves for the iron wedges, and then with great sledge hammers drive these little wedges into the hard rock. Sometimes this fails to split the rock. Then they go at it in another way. The iron wedges are removed from the grooves. Then little wooden ones of a very hard fiber are selected. These sharp-edged, well-made wooden wedges are put in the grooves tightly and water is kept in the grooves. The damp wood swells. The granite heart of the rock cannot stand against this new pressure.

It takes longer than the iron wedges and sledge, but after a while the rock yields and lies split wide open. The water works on the wood, and that in turn on the stone. The iron wedges sometimes fail, but the wood and water never fail. It seems to be a part of our make-up to make plans, and count on the plans. Planning does much. We do not want to plan less, but learn to depend more in our planning on the soft, noiseless, but resisting power of the Holy Spirit.—S. D. Gordon.


Proof That He Lives

When Nansen started on his Arctic expedition he took with him a carrier pigeon, strong and fleet of wing. After two years—two years in the desolation of the Arctic regions—he one day wrote a tiny little message and tied it under the pigeon's wing, and let it loose to travel two thousand miles to Norway; and oh! what miles! what desolation! not a living creature! ice, ice, snow and death. But he took the trembling little bird and flung her from the ship, up into the icy cold. Three circles she made, and then, straight as an arrow she shot south; one thousand miles over ice, one thousand miles over the frozen wastes of ocean, and at last dropped into the lap of the explorer's wife. She knew, by the arrival of the bird, that it was all right in the dark night of the north.

So with the coming of the Holy Spirit, the heavenly Dove, the disciples knew that Christ was alive, for His coming and His manifest working were proofs of it.—Joyful News Magazine.

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