Power Sermon Illustrations

Power Sermon Illustrations

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Power is what everyone wants, few acquire and none have yet survived.—S F C Spotlight


A. H. Graenser sat in the lobby of a hotel in Omaha. Certainly no one was ever in much lowlier circumstances. He had been told he could not re-enter his hotel room until he paid his rent. His baggage and his much needed overcoat were in that room. And Mr. Graenser had just five cents. This was the last straw—he thought. But those mysterious resources of man, that work even when objective senses are deadened, were marshaling for action.

Mr. Graenser walked to a window to look into the street and see just how cold and cruel the outside world was. But he could not see it—the cold glass was steamed over from condensed moisture in the warm lobby air.

But the steamed glass was a blow that did something. It pressed a button, releasing a bit of information long imprisoned and forgotten in a cell of Mr. Graenser's brain. He recalled that an old German chemist once had told him how glycerin soap, rubbed on glass and wiped of with a clean cloth, would prevent steaming.

His last nickel went for a cake of glycerin soap at a near-by drug¬store. In the cold, he sat on a park bench and cut the soap into twenty pieces. A name came to him—Miracle-Rub. Then he began a round of the city's filling stations. He demonstrated his Miracle- Rub on windshields. The price was fifteen cents a cube, $1.50 a dozen. He sold his complete stock on his first two calls. There followed a series of triple plays—drugstore to park benches to gas stations. Mr. Graenser ended the day with twenty-seven dollars. From Omaha he worked east, meanwhile improving his product and wrapping it in tinfoil, packed a dozen cubes to a box. He arrived in Detroit three months later with an automobile and a thousand dollars cash.

Today the Presto Company is a prosperous firm, manufacturing cleaning and polishing products.

Many men can cite episodes which in large or small degree compare with that of Mr. Graenser.—Dale Erwin-Lang, Healthways


Five young College students spent a Sunday in London, and were anxious to hear some well-known preachers. They found their way on a hot Sunday to Spurgeon's Tabernacle. While they were waiting for the doors to open, a stranger came up to them and said, 'Gentlemen, would you like to see the heating apparatus of this church?' They were not particularly anxious to do so on a broiling day in July, but at once consented. They were taken down some steps and a door was thrown open. Then their guide whispered, 'There, Sirs, is our heating apparatus.' They saw before them 700 souls bowed in prayer seeking for blessing on the service about to be held in the tabernacle above. Their unknown guide was C. H. Spurgeon himself.

The Prayer meeting is the Powerhouse of the church.

(Acts 4. 31, 32)


Sir Astley Cooper, on visiting Paris, tells that a certain surgeon asked him how many times he had performed a certain feat of surgery. He replied, 'Thirteen times.' `Ah, but, Monsieur,' replied the French surgeon, 'I have done it 130 times.'

`And how many times did you save the life?' continued the curious Frenchman, after he had looked in blank amazement into Sir Astley Cooper's face.

`I saved eleven out of thirteen,' said the English surgeon. 'How many did you save out of 130?'

`Ah, Monsieur, I lose dem all, but the operation was very brilliant.'

(Acts 4. 16; 1 Thess. 1. 5-10)


C. H. Spurgeon, in his young days, got a 'penny-farthing' cycle, new and silver-plated, and was very proud of it. One day, riding along the road, he met another cyclist on a boneshaker.

`Difficult to ride a machine like that, isn't it?' said Spurgeon.

`Not a bit!' said the man, and off he started. Spurgeon did his best to follow, but was soon left far behind. Spurgeon had the machine, the man had the power.

(Acts 1. 8; 4. 13)


After the death of a great painter a young Italian boy went to the studio and asked for the great artist's brush. He tried it but found he could not paint any better with it than with his own. He lacked the master's power.

(Matt. 28. 18; Luke 24. 49; Mark 16. 20)


Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman was once asked what was the secret of his power. He replied, 'I find that I have power just in proportion as my soul is saturated through and through with the Word of God.'

(Col. 3. 16)


Justice without power is inefficient; power without justice is tyranny. . . . Justice and power must therefore be brought together so that whatever is just may be powerful and whatever is powerful may be just.—Selected


Pompey boasted, that, with one stamp of his foot, he could rouse all Italy to arms; but God, by one word of his mouth, can summon the inhabitants of heaven, earth, and the undiscovered worlds, to his aid, or bring new creatures into being to do his will.—Selected

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