Judgment Sermon Illustrations

Judgment Sermon Illustrations

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The first reason why we should be slow and careful in the judgments we pass upon our fellow man is our too frequent ignorance of the facts. A fragment of anything is apt to be deceptive, and all that we mortals show to one another is but a fragment of our true selves. How little we know! "Judge not according to the appearances" (John 7:24), said Jesus; but that is often all the data that we have to go on.

Eli looked on the outward appearance, and judging by outward appearance a drunken woman had come into the tabernacle and deserved to be put out and rebuked. What he did not know was the bitterness of her soul, the taunts which the polygamous household had heaped upon her, her unseen strivings in prayer, the holy, mysterious woman's hope that beat within her breast. His motive in judging, his zeal for the purity of the house of God, no fault could be found with that; but his knowledge was imperfect.

Fearful Awakening

Any of our readers who have been to London years ago, will remember that close by the great dome of St. Paul's there used to stand the somber heavy stone building called Newgate prison. Some few years ago it was pulled down to make room for a new and less gloomy building.

The old building carried with it many a solemn and fearful memory which is perhaps better forgotten, but one story may serve as a sad picture of the sinner's state.

The last execution that took place there was of a poor woman who had been sentenced to death for an awful deed.

Her last night was spent in the cell alloted to those condemned to die, and early next morning she was to suffer at seven o'clock.

When six o'clock came the warders went into the cell and found her quietly sleeping and smiling as she lay unconsciously so near her death. They had not the heart to wake her, so terrible would be the awakening. So they left her for another half-hour.

Again they came, but still she slept, dreaming, as they learned afterwards, of the early days of her childhood when she lived in a village home peacefully and happily—of father and mother, of brothers and sisters, of innocent days in the field gathering buttercups or daisies, or roaming the quiet lanes in the still evenings of summer days.

The female warders stood with tears upon their cheeks as they looked upon so sad a sight. What an awakening it must be!

And indeed it was; for when, compelled by their duty, they shook the sleeping form lightly, it was to bring her back to the fearful consciousness of her sin and shame and ruin.

Then there was a bitter, piercing cry, never to be forgotten by those who heard it.

There will one day be such an awakening for every sinner, when the reality of condemnation, judgment, and eternity are seen and realized.

In the Book of Revelation we are told that some in that day will call to the rocks and the mountains to fall upon them and cover them from the wrath of the Lamb (Rev. 6:16, 17).

Oh, sinner, flee to Christ today, while salvation is offered and impending wrath is withheld!

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." "He that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him" (John 3:16, 36).—Faithful Words.


William Hague Wood turned infidel recently. He attended a revival meeting several nights at High Shoals and ran an opposition meeting outside the church. He made mighty addresses and declared that the preachers were talking nonsense. He said they were frauds and were deceiving the people. On Sunday his tongue was paralyzed while he was making a speech ridiculing the church. This frightened his hearers, who broke for the church. At night Wood attended the meeting and handed up the following note to the preacher in charge: "I now believe that there is a hell and that I am doomed for it. Pray for me." There was a great sensation in the congregation and in less than five minutes the altar would not accomodate half the mourners.Pentecostal Evangel.

Changed Faces

Some years ago when modern chemistry was in its infancy, a fashionable audience assembled in Paris for an experimental lecture on chemistry. When they came out into the open they greeted one another with exclamations of dismay. The faces of most of the women had been ludicrously transformed. Their cheeks, lips, and in some cases the entire surface of exposed skin had turned into varying shades of blue, yellow, or violet. The chemical effects of the gases set free during the lecture had touched everyone who had used any cosmetics. When the white light of God's presence shall shine upon the hearts of men, everything that has been hidden shall become open, and the naked things shall be manifest.—Revelation.

The Judgment

A young minister was confronted—as the congregation expected—with an able young skeptic, Burt Olney. At the close of the first service Olney said, "You did well, but you know, I don't believe in the infallibility of the Bible."

"It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment," was the young man's calm assertion.

"I can prove to you there is no such thing as a judgment after death," declared the skeptic.

"But men do die," the young pastor declared, "for it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment."

"But that's no argument," the skeptic protested, "let's get down to business and discuss this matter in regular argument form."

The pastor shook his head. "I am here to preach the Word of God, and not to argue over it."

Olney, annoyed, turned away with the remark, "I don't believe you know enough about the Bible to argue about it."

"Perhaps you are right," was the calm. rejoinder, "but please remember this—'It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment.' "

The very tree toads Olney heard on the way home sang the verse, and the stream he crossed, and the frogs seemed to croak, "Judg-ment, judg-ment, judgment."

The next morning he called at the par­sonage. "I've come to see you about the verse of Scripture you gave me last night," he said. "I've spent a terrible night with those words burning their way into me. I can't get rid of them. Tell me what I must do to be saved. I've got to get rid of this torture."

When he left, he was a child of God through faith in the finished work of Christ.—The Pilot.

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