Prayer Sermon Illustrations

Prayer Sermon Illustrations

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When you pray at morn or sundown,
By yourself or with your own;
When you pray at rush of noontide,
Just make sure you touch the Throne.

When you pray in hours of leisure,
Waiting long and all alone,
Pour not out mere words as water,
But make sure you touch the Throne.

When you pray in busy moments,
Oft to restless hurry prone,
Brevity will matter little
If you really touch the Throne.

When amid the congregation
Of God's saints in prayer you groan,
He will hear your voice and answer
If you really touch the Throne.

When you pray as those sick people
Who of old God's power have known,
As they touched His garment's border,
So make sure you touch the Throne.

When you pray as Christ directed,
In the manner clearly shown,
In His name and by His Spirit,
You will always touch the Throne.

(Esther 5. 2; Heb. 4. 16)


Mr. Spurgeon once came to Bristol. He was to preach in the three largest Baptist chapels in the city, and he hoped to collect three hundred pounds, which were needed immediately for his orphanage. He got the money. Retiring to bed on the last night of his visit, Spurgeon heard a voice which, to him, was the voice of the Lord, saying, `Give those three hundred pounds to George Muller."But, Lord,' answered Spurgeon, 'I need it for my dear children in London.' Again came the word, `Give those three hundred pounds to George Muller.' It was only when he had said, 'Yes, Lord, I will,' that sleep came to him.

The following morning he made his way to Muller's Orphanages, and found George Muller on his knees before an open Bible, praying. The famous preacher placed his hand on his shoulder and said, `George, God told me to give you these three hundred pounds.' `Oh,' said Muller, 'dear Spurgeon, I have been asking the Lord for that very sum.' And those two prayerful men rejoiced together.

Spurgeon returned to London. On his desk, he found a letter awaiting him. He opened it to find it contained three hundred guineas. `There!' cried he with joy, 'the Lord has returned my three hundred pounds with three hundred shillings interest.'—Henry Durbanville

(Phil. 4. 6; James 5. 16)


More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of:
For what are men better than sheep or goats
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend.—Alfred, Lord Tennyson

(1 Tim. 2. 1-3, 8)


How can I cease to pray for thee? Somewhere
In God's great universe thou art today;
Can I not reach thee with His tender care?
Can He not hear me when I pray?

(1 Sam. 12. 19, 23)


Some 500 years ago in London, a number of poor men were praying for liberty to read the Bible. On the spot where that prayer meeting was held stand the buildings of the Bible Society today.

(Acts 4. 31; 6. 4)


Strong is the lion—like a coal
His eyeball—like a bastion mole
His chest, against his foes;
Strong the gier-eagle on his sail;
Strong against the tide th'enormus whale
Emerges as he goes.

But stronger still in earth or air,
And in the sea, the man of prayer,
And far beneath the tide;
And in the seat to faith assigned,
Where ask is have and seek is find,
Where knock is open wide.

(1 Sam. 12. 23; Ps. 106. 23; Dan. 2. 18-20; James 5. 17)


Dr. Norman McLeod was in a small boat with a boatman, some ladies, and a well-known ministering brother who was as conspicuous for his weak and puny appearance as Dr. McLeod was for his gigantic size and strength. A fearful gale arose. The waves tossed the boat sky-high in their furious sport. The smaller of the two preachers was frightened out of his wits. He suggested that Dr. McLeod should pray for deliverance. The ladies eagerly seconded the devout proposal. But the breathless old boatman would have none of it. He instantly vetoed the scheme. `Na! Na!' he cried, let the wee mannie pray, but the big ane maun tak' an oar if ye dinna a' want to be drooned.'

(Neh. 4. 9, 15, 16)


Prayer Meeting

Mrs. Prayer Meeting died recently at the First Neglected Church in Worldly Avenue. Born many years ago in the midst of great revivals, she was a strong, healthy child fed largely on testimony and spiritual holiness, soon growing into world­wide prominence, and was one of the most influential members of the famous Church family.

For the past several years Sister Prayer Meeting had been in failing health, gradually wasting away. Her death was caused through lukewarmness and coldness of heart. Lack of spiritual food, coupled with lack of faith, shameless desertion and non-support, were contributing causes of her death. Only a few were present at her last rites, sobbing over memories of her past beauty and power. Carefully selected pall-bearers were asked to bear the remains tenderly away, but failed to appear. The body rests in the beautiful cemetery of Bygone Glories, awaiting the summons from above.—The Grace Ambassador

(Acts 12. 5; Matt. 18. 19, 20; Heb. 10. 25)

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