Prayer Sermon Illustrations

Prayer Sermon Illustrations

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Then, Let Us Pray

The day was long, the burden I had borne
Seemed heavier than I could longer bear;
And then it lifted—but I did not know
Someone had knelt in prayer.

Had taken me to God that very hour,
And asked the easing of the load, and He
In infinite compassion, had stooped down
And lifted the burden from me.

We cannot tell how often as we pray
For some bewildered one, hurt and distressed,
The answer comes, but many times these hearts
Find sudden peace and rest.

Someone had prayed, and faith, a lifted hand
Reached up to God, and He reached down that day.
So many, many hearts have need of prayer—
Then, let us, let us pray.—Selected.


Please Stop the Rain

The tin-roofed tabernacle in Waterloo, Iowa, roared under a driving rain when Charles Fuller stepped up to the microphone to pray, "Lord, if you don't stop the rain the Old Fashioned Revival Hour will not be able to go out over the air. For Jesus' sake, please stop the rain!" Within three minutes the rain stopped abruptly and the program was broadcast without interference. But five minutes after the service was over a down­pour drenched the home going crowds.—Sunday.


Believing Prayer

A very worldly man was an object of special prayer with his wife. Her little daughter became a Christian, and very soon entered into sympathy with her mother and joined her in prayer that her father might be converted. Her faith was remarkably simple. She read the promises given in the Scriptures to the prayer of faith. "I believe," said she to her mother, "father will be converted." One evening he did not return home at his usual hour. An hour passed, two hours, her mother became anxious, then alarmed. The little girl said, "Why, mother, he is going to come home a Christian tonight. I have prayed that he might. The mother smiled at what she thought was her child's ignorant simplicity. The hour grew late.

Still he came not. The mother said, "I must sit up for him." The child replied, "Why, he is all safe, Mother. We ought to trust God and go to bed." She went to bed. When the father came home at midnight he told his wife how he had found the Saviour, and later, when they stood in cheerful joy looking upon the sleeping face of their little daughter, she awakened and, seeing them, before either could speak, with glad cry exclaimed, "There, Mamma, did he not come home a Christian?"—Selected.


When God Substitutes

I remember years ago living in a town where I could never buy anything to fit me. I used to send away occasionally to a certain big store for what I needed, and they would send me printed order forms. At the bottom of the forms were some such words as these: "If we have not the article you order in stock, may we substitute?" Once I said, "Yes," and they wrote, "We are sorry we have not in stock the article you ordered, but we are substituting..." and they sent me something that was worth double the price I paid. They made it a rule, if they could not supply the article ordered, to substitute with one of a much better quality. Ever after that I printed it out boldly so they would understand it—Y E S. When we pray to God, we had better put on the order form that we are quite willing to let Him substitute, for every time He does He sends us something far better, "exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think."Gospel Witness.


The Only Safe Place

Several weeks ago I heard a sermon by a young minister who used an illustration which interested me very much and which seems applicable to the present war situation. The illustration was this: A guide was taking a party of tourists up a very high mountain to see an unusually fine view. The mountain was so very high, that the wind blew constantly so hard that it was not safe to stand upright on the summit, and he told the party they must kneel in order to enjoy the view safely. All the party followed his suggestion except one man who was so impressed with the magnificent view that he tried to stand upright, but the guide put his hand on his shoulder and said, "To your knees, sir! It's the only safe way." Many of us would like to be in the front line, but let us remember, "They also serve who only stand and wait." And let us put it this way: Who only kneel and pray.—Florida Baptist Witness.


A Moment in the Morning

A moment in the morning, ere the cares of day begin.
Ere the heart's wide door is open for the world to enter in;
Ah, then, alone with Jesus in the silence of the morn,
In heavenly, sweet communion let your duty day be born.
In the quietude that blesses with a prelude of repose,
Let your soul be soothed and softened as the dew revives the rose.

A moment in the morning take your Bible in your hand,
And catch a glimpse of glory from the peaceful Promised Land;
It will linger still before you when you seek the busy mart,
And, like flowers of hope, will blossom into beauty in your heart;
The precious words, like jewels, will glisten all the day
With a rare, effulgent glory that will brighten all the way.—Selected.


Pray More—Talk Less

There was a church in the city of Hartford, Connecticut, that had a very brilliant man for its pastor, but he was not sound in doctrine. There were three godly men in that church who realized that their pastor was not speaking the truth. But they did not go around among the congregation stirring up dissatisfaction with the pastor. They convenanted together to meet every Saturday night to pray long into the night for their minister. So Saturday after Saturday they met in earnest and protracted prayer: then Sunday morning they would go to church and sit in their places and watch for an answer to their prayers. One Sunday morning when the minister rose to speak, he was just as brilliant and just as gifted as ever, but it soon became evident that God had transformed his ideas and transformed the man, and Dr. Theo Cuyler is authority for the statement that God sent to the city of Hartford the greatest revival that city ever had, through that minister who was transformed by the prayers of his members. Oh, if we would talk less to one another against our ministers, and more to God in their behalf, we would have far better ministers than we have now.—Selected.

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