Missions Sermon Illustrations

Missions Sermon Illustrations

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She Paid the Way

In a Southern hospital a Christian woman lay dying. Her broken sentences revealed her deep concern for Africa's lost millions. Heartbroken to see the restlessness of his beloved mother, the son brought to her bedside a student graduate of a Baptist school in Africa. The African bent tenderly over the bed and said: "I would not be here today had it not been for Miss E—. I would be a heathen, savage sinful man in the bush of Africa. But instead I am a Christian, a minister of Jesus Christ, studying here in America now that I may return to preach and teach for my Master. But all these blessings are the results of Miss E—'s coming to Africa—and she came because you paid her way. I have come to thank you." She smiled and fell into a quiet sleep. When she awoke she said: "I dreamed I was in Heaven. I saw my missionary—I saw all the scores and scores whom she has won to Christ. They came singing praises and love to me,—I felt so humble! I told them that I had not won them to Christ, but they insisted that I had because I paid the salary of Miss E—, who told them the way." She asked her son to promise to pay the salary of a missionary in Africa as long as he lived; then she smiled and slipped away.Baptist Young People's Union Quarterly.


The Postman's Confidence

A postman was telling me what a sense of security he felt in his work of delivering the mail. "Why," said he, "all the resources of the Government are pledged to support me in carrying on my work. If I have only one small post card in my bag, no man dares molest me in its delivery. All the Federal police powers of the United States, including the Army and Navy, would be thrown into action if necessary to secure the safe delivery of that post card." And that led me to think how confidently you and I may set forth with our life, our personality, our equipment, such as it is, to deliver the flaming truth of the Gospel. The Word of our Lord is just as much for us today as it was for the disciples, when he said: "All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go . . . and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end."Sunday School Times.


Aliens Carrying the Gospel

It was a Jew who brought the Gospel to Rome; a Roman who took it to France; a Frenchman who took it to Scandinavia; a Scandinavian who took it to Scotland; a Scotsman who evangelized Ireland, and an Irishman in turn made the missionary conquest of Scotland. No people ever received the Gospel except at the hands of an alien.—The Other Sheep.


A Heavenly Investment

In Gloucester, Eng., there is an old-fashioned garden and orchard, in one corner of which is a little tombstone. On it are these words:

DEC. 21, 1869

Here lies Tidman's missionary hen,
Her contributions, four pounds, ten;
Although she is dead, the work goes on,
As she has left seven daughters and a son
To carry on the work that she begun.
So be it.

A man called Tidman lived in a village nearby. He longed to do something for the London Missionary Society. His money was scarce; but he decided one of his hens should belong to the Society, and all the eggs she laid should be sold and the money given. Before she died the money amounted to four pounds ten shillings—about twenty-three dollars. But that was not all. She sat on eight of her eggs. They were hatched. These, too, belonged to the Society, and in time brought in a large amount of money. When the hen died the old man had her body embalmed, and buried it in the garden, and erected a little monument. He thought many others would be inclined to do something similar, so that the hen would still be helping the Society.—The King's Business.


Missionary Training and Evangelism

When the late Dr. F. B. Meyer was asked at the end of his tour in India to define India's need, he said, "Were I a young man again I would go to India, find twelve young men, live with them, pray with them, teach them the Bible, inspire them, and send them out to evangelize India." "And what would you do then?" "I would find twelve more," was the reply.—Selected.


Should Christianity Help Buddhism?

Professor Kenneth Saunders of the Congregational seminary at Berkeley, Cal., would have "thoughtful Buddhists and thoughtful Christians come together frequently, as they did at Honolulu, for conference, and find out the religious bases and the moral ideals which they hold in common. Why should the Christian Church," he continues, "hesitate to help in training teachers for Buddhist Sunday-schools, and secretaries for the Young Men's Buddhist Association? .. . To help Buddhists return to the historic Buddha is a task which Christian scholarship may well attempt." He commends the common life of Buddhists, Taoists, and Christians in a Brotherhood of Religious Friends which is now going on in a Chinese temple. "Among such, the spirit of Christ may surely find free course and be glorified, and already in the great concepts of Logos, Tao, and Dhara they are finding common ground, as also in the central doctrine of salvation by faith." The object of faith, be it understood, may be either Buddha or Christ.Sunday School Times.


A Contrast

Sometimes we try to contrast the lives that are sinful, and those given up to God. Again we tell of death-bed scenes and try to describe the passing of those that go into eternity unprepared to meet God, and of those who have "abundant entrance" into the glory world, From the Missionary Review of the World we quote the following to show how richly missionary work pays:

Says the Missionary Review writer: "One of the most pitiful things that I saw in Africa was a great strong man dying with fever, clutching his spear in his hand, raving in his delirium, fearful the evil spirits would take him before he was dead. His three wives were disfiguring their bodies with clay and ashes, making all kinds of incantations to their gods, screaming in the agony of fear at the approach of death—what a horrible, unspeakably sad thing for this man to go out into the darkness with no hope other than this spear clutched frantically in his dying hand. How different was the death of Ngo Ntoto! This man had been a native pastor for his own people. His life was an inspiration to hundreds of others, both black and white, and when his time came to reap the reward of his labors he gathered his family about him for prayers and then asked them to sing. His wife stood holding one hand, and on the other side of his little bamboo bed stood his stalwart son holding the other. They sang "Nearer, My God, to Thee," and as the song was nearing the end, he closed his eyes and was heard to say, "M'bolo, Jesus, Zambe, M'bolo," which is the Bulu salutation saying, "Good morning, Jesus, Master, good morning."Glad Tidings.

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