Prayer Sermon Illustrations

Prayer Sermon Illustrations

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When We Are Ciphers

A certain theological seminary, in its early days, was often in need of money. Once, in a time of great financial stress, three members of the board of managers met to talk over the situation. They were all deeply disheartened. "Is there no one to help us?" asked one. "No one," echoed the second dismally. Finally the third man spoke. He was a man of great faith and piety, and he had been in earnest prayer. "Gentlemen," he said, "by your own confessions you can do nothing, and I can do nothing. In other words, in this matter we are just about three ciphers. But Jesus Christ is certainly One. Now if we put one before three ciphers, we become a thousand, do we not? I propose that we put Him first, get down on our knees, and ask Him to show us the way."

The suggestion was followed, new courage was implanted, and the difficulty was promptly met.—Westminster Adult Quarterly.


A Boy's Prayer

A little heathen boy who had just learned the alphabet, was one Sunday morning seen out on the hillside, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed. He was repeating the letters of the alphabet over and over. The missionary drew near, and asked him what it meant. He replied, "I was praying." "But why," replied the questioner, "did you repeat the alphabet?" "Well," he said, "I felt that I must pray, and as I knew no prayer, I just said the letters of the alphabet, knowing that the great God would put them into words for me."—Canadian Epworth Era.


An Answered Prayer

One day a lady was giving her little nephew some lessons. He was generally a good, attentive child, but on this occasion he could not fix his mind on his work. Suddenly he said, "Auntie, may I kneel down and ask God to help me find my marble?" His aunt having given her consent, the little boy knelt by his chair, closed his eyes, and prayed silently. Then he rose and went on with his lessons contentedly. Next day, almost afraid of asking the question, lest the child had not found his toy, and so might lose his simple faith, the lady said to him, "Well, dear, have you found your marble?" "No, auntie," was the reply; "but God has made me not want to." God does not always answer our prayers in the way we wish or expect; but if we are sincere in our appeal to him, He will take from us the desire for what is contrary to His will and give us faith to leave all to His holy will.Grace and Truth.


Why Prayer Is Different

I shall never forget what the late Dr. A. C. Dixon of Spurgeon's Tabernacle once said when speaking upon this theme of prayer. I cannot quote him verbatim, but the substance was this: "When we rely upon organization, we get what or­ganization can do, when we rely upon education, we get what education can do; when we reply upon eloquence, we get what eloquence can do; and so on. Nor am I disposed to undervalue any of these things in their proper place. "But," he added impressively, "when we rely upon prayer, we get what God can do."The European Harvest Field.


Pray All Night

Do we want souls saved? Do we want revival? Do we want refreshing from the Lord? Dig the trench of persistent prayer and it is ours. When John Livingstone preached at Shotts in days past, many people were amazed, for under one sermon on one occasion five hundred souls publicly acknowledged Christ as their personal Saviour. When they inquired into the matter, they found that the previous night several hundred had prayed all night, that God's Spirit would rest upon the preacher in such power that a backslidden church and community might find out that God still had power to quicken believers and save lost souls. The wonder revival at Yale University in the past generation came after many of the students had spent weeks of prayer to God that old Yale might be shaken with a heaven-sent, Holy Ghost, prayed-down revival.—Courtesy Moody Monthly.


The Secret of England

Mr. E. P. Brown, M.P., has just revealed the fact that a Thursday prayer meeting has been held in the House of Commons without a break since William IV. Such action in high places is the secret of England.The Dawn.


Prayer Ends a Church Feud

I was once in a church where there was a deadly feud between certain members and officers, and it was so bitter that the opposing parties would not even sit on the same side of the prayer-meeting room. After eighteen months of strenuous endeavors to heal the sore and get the contention out of the way, I said to the Lord, "Thou hast put me here, and Thou art bound by Thy promise to stand by me. Now I have sought to remedy this difficulty, and I cannot, and I find this conflict facing me every way, and these antagonists have arrayed themselves against each other like hostile forces; now, Lord, either heal the breach, or remove out of the way the real offenders." From the day I offered that prayer not one of those offenders ever darkened that church door.—Arthur T. Pierson.


Living As We Pray

A man prayed fervently every morning at family worship for the poor in the community, but he was never known to give anything to the poor. One morning at the conclusion of family worship, after the usual prayer had been offered for the poor and destitute, his little son said, "Father, I wish I had your corn­crib."

"Why, my son?" asked the father.

"Why, because then I would answer your prayer myself."—Selected.


The Blacksmith Knocked

In Ohio, one Saturday evening, a blacksmith sat down to his supper. He was supporting a girl in a mission school in India. On his plate had been placed a letter just received from India. He began to read, but soon said, "Wife, I must pray." The letter in question told that this girl was not only resisting Christ for herself, but was standing seriously in the way of others accepting Him. Unless a change should come very shortly in the girl, the missionary wrote, they would be obliged, for the sake of the other girls, to send her from the school altogether. The blacksmith entered into his closet and prayed. Saturday night in Ohio is Sunday morning in India. On that Sunday morning the missionary gathered with her class of girls in Sunday school as usual. The lesson, however, had not proceeded far until this incorrigible girl leaped from her seat, flung herself in tears at the feet of the missionary, and wept her way to the Saviour. The other girls were deeply moved. One by one they followed her example, and salvation came to the whole class that morning. Vital energy had been put forth by prayer in Ohio, and, as a result, great things came to pass in India.—Dr. Robert Glover, in Gospel Herald.

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