Preachers Sermon Illustrations

Preachers Sermon Illustrations

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Chalmers' Regret

When Dr. Chalmers was a guest in the house of a nobleman, among the gentlemen present was an old highland chieftain who kept his eyes fixed on Dr. Chalmers and listened to his conversation with intense interest. The subject was pauperism, and its causes and cure. At night the Doctor, whose room was near the chieftain's, heard a heavy groan, and on hastening to him, found him dying of apoplexy. As the company stood around, Dr. Chalmers, the very picture of distress, said tremulously: "Never before did I see the meaning of that text, `Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season." Had I known what was to happen I would not have dwelt upon this evening's topic. I would have preached Jesus Christ and Him crucified. You would have thought it out of season, but ah! it would have been in season, both as respects Him and as it respects you."The Dawn.

Preachers Without a Message

There was a young preacher, fresh from college, who went to the front during the first World War. He announced to the soldiers that he would let them choose as to whether he would preach or just tell them some funny stories. A tall, blunt-speaking fellow arose and said, "If you have come three thousand miles to talk to a bunch of soldiers some of whom are going into eternity within three days, and you don't know whether to preach to them or tell some funny stories, I suspect you had just better go ahead and tell something funny." What a condemnation on a preacher of the Gospel!Herald of Holiness.

A Happy Meeting

Robert Moffat, the missionary to Africa, on one of his visits to his native country, had been engaged in a missionary service in the North of England, and was invited to stop for the night in the home of a friend. Here he met an aged minister named Caldwell. In the course of the conversation Moffat adverted to his mother, for whom he enter tamed the most devout regard.

Mr. Caldwell, whom Moffat did not know, not even his name, mentioned that he perceived that he was a Scotchman.

"Yes," said the missionary, "the scenes of my boyhood and youth in my native land are very dear to my memory. I often think of them when far away among the heathen. I often think of my excellent mother leading me when a little fellow to the old meeting house to hear an excellent minister whose name was Caldwell." He then spoke with enthusiasm of his mother, of the minister, and of the impressions he had received then and there.

The venerable listener rose up, with tears coursing down his cheeks, and exclaimed: "Can it be? Are you little Bobbie Moffat? Is Moffat the missionary, the little fellow whom his mother used to lead to my meeting house in Falkirk when I was a minister there many years ago?"

The mutual recognition, the embrace, the rapture, may be better conceived than described. The venerable Caldwell had not till then identified the little boy with the man who had done so much for Africa.

May there not be many surprises in store for workers when they enter into their rest in Heaven? We are favored even now to enjoy some instances of this happy nature; but what will be the unfolding of the pages of our life history in the perfect light of eternity? Christian worker, faint not, even in the darkest hour of discouragement. The wintry days and stormy nights will soon pass away; and then eternal peace and rest.Gospel Herald.

Treated Like a Minister

"You look very much like a minister," said an English gentleman to Woodrow Wilson many years ago. "Have you ever been taken for one?" "No," was the reply, "but I have been treated like one." "And how was that?" "Well," said Mr. Wilson, "there was a time when I waited six months for my salary."—Christian Herald.

The Tragic Omission

Jesus Christ, the Son of God and the sinner's Friend, should be the theme of every sermon. No other theme will so meet and minister to human needs.

It is said that on one occasion three people went into church to get help. The first was a business man who had failed and was contemplating suicide. The second was a youth of extravagant tastes who, finding his wages insufficient was planning to steal from his employer. The third was a young woman of gay habits and conduct who had been tempted from the path of virtue. The choir arose and sang an anthem about building the walls of Zion. The minister addressed an eloquent prayer to the Lord, and then preached a sermon on the theme, "Is Mars Inhabited?" and thus the hungry souls that needed bread received stones.

The man committed suicide, the boy stole and landed in the penitentiary, and the woman went home to a life of shame.Westminster Teacher's Quarterly.

Must We Sin?

A certain preacher closed his sermon with the declaration that "no man can live without sin." "No one," said he, "can keep the commandments. I break them all myself, every day and hour." He called upon a staunch old saint to close with prayer. The brother prayed about as follows: "0 Lord, have mercy on us! Thou hast said: 'Thou shalt have no other gods before me, Remember tim: Sabbath day to keep it holy,' and `Thou shalt not bear false witness;' and here is a preacher who says he breaks them all every day and hour. Thou hast said, 'Thou shalt not steal,' 'Thou shalt not commit adultery,' and Thou shalt not kill,' and here is a preacher who says he breaks every commandment every day and every hour. Lord have mercy on us, and send us a better preacher. Amen!"The Pentecostal Herald.

That Blessed Sameness

When Spurgeon was criticized for a   sameness in his messages, he admitted, "Perhaps they are right. It is true that no matter where I take my text, whether it be in the Old Testament or the New. I immediately hit across country to Jesus Christ, and preach Him and His saving grace."—Courtesy Moody Monthly.

Safe Hiding—For Foxes

The St. Louis Globe-Democrat declared that Bishop Chandler of Atlanta, apropos of worldly parsons, said a while ago: "There was a worldly parson of this type in Philadelphia — a great fox hunter — whom a Spruce Street Quaker took in hand. `Friend,' said the Quaker, 'I understand thee's clever at fox-catching.' `I have few equals and no superiors at that sport,' the parson complacently replied. 'Nevertheless, friend,' said the Quaker, `if I were a fox I would hide where thee would never find me.' `Where would you hide?' asked the parson, with a frown. `Friend,' said the Quaker, `I would hide in thy study.'"—Courtesy Moody Monthly.

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