Procrastination Sermon Illustrations

Procrastination Sermon Illustrations

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In D. L. Moody's early days in Chicago, a man who attended regularly seemed on the verge of decision for Christ. Moody urged him to accept Christ. `No, Mr. Moody, I cannot. My business partner is not a Christian, and if I accept Christ, he would ridicule me.'

Finally, annoyed at D. L. Moody continually urging him, he ceased attending. One day the man's wife came to Mr. Moody's house and said to him, 'Mr. Moody, my husband is very ill. Doctors say he cannot possibly live. Won't you come down and speak to him before he dies?'

D. L. Moody hurried to the home, found the man ready to listen, and brought him to the point of decision. The man seemed to accept Christ. To everyone's surprise he got better. Mr. Moody visited him in convalescence. `Now God has been so good to you and raised you up, so of course, as soon as you are able to come to the Tabernacle, you will make a public confession of your acceptance of Christ."No, Mr. Moody, I cannot do that,' he said, 'for my partner would ridicule me, and I cannot stand ridicule.'

Finally he said, 'I am going to move to Michigan. Then I will.' D. L. Moody told him the Lord could keep him in Chicago just as well as in Michigan, but he would not listen.

Just a week later he had a relapse. D. L. Moody was again called and went to his bedside. The dying man said, 'I don't want you to talk to me. It will do no good. I've had my chance and thrown it away.' Then Mr. Moody quoted the verse, 'Him that cometh unto Me I will in no wise cast out,' and asked, 'May I pray with you?' 'No, it won't do any good'. D. L. Moody knelt to pray, but could not. The sinking man kept repeating, `The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and I am not saved,' till he died.

(Jer. 8. 20; 2 Cor. 6. 2)


The City of Cairo sailed from Liverpool for the East on Nov. 3, 1922. There were a few missionaries on board, but many of the passengers were Dundee folks going to Calcutta for the first time, or returning to their posts in the Jute Mills there. Sunday evening afforded an opportunity for preaching the Gospel, with the consent of the Purser, and a missionary bound for Madras preached on the subject, 'What shall I do then with Jesus which is called Christ?' As he presented Christ crucified, the passengers seemed to listen with rapt attention.

The next morning, in the lounge, one of the men going to the Jute Mills in Calcutta, having left his wife in Dundee, came to the missionary for a talk, and after expressing appreciation of the message he had heard the previous day, said it took him back in thought to early days, when in the Sunday School and Gospel meetings he had listened to the same old story. The missionary put before him his responsibility and pleaded with him to accept Christ without further delay and take his stand for Him. 'I will when I get to Calcutta, after this voyage is over,' said the man. 'But why not now?' pleaded the missionary. 'You may never reach Calcutta.' Pleading that he could not get away from his companions and that they expected him to accom­pany them when they got off at the various ports of call, he put off deciding.

After Port Said, when they seemed to have a rollicking time, he began to drink more, and had his liquor iced as the ship went into hotter climes. One day, one of his companions came to the missionary, and said, `Padre, come to—'s cabin. He's very ill, and we have sent for the ship's doctor. He took an interest in your sermon the other Sunday, and likes you: so he would like to see you.' The missionary went in, and tried to speak to him, but the colic pains he was enduring were so bad that he could not pay much attention. Next morning, the missionary went again to see him, but he was unconscious by that time, and the doctor had given up hope of saving his life.

Later in the day he passed away without gaining consciousness, and his friends stood and looked sorrowfully on as he was buried at sea.

Too late! too late! will be the cry:
Jesus of Nazareth has passed by.

(Luke 18. 37; Heb. 3. 13-15)


The Southern darky is usually willing enough, but painfully dilatory in accomplishment. The foreman of a quarry called to Zeb, the general utility man, and directed him to go across the road to the blacksmith shop and bring back a drill which had been left there for sharpening. Zeb shuffled out of sight, and after a lapse of half an hour, shuffled back lazily into view. The indignant foreman called to him sharply:

"Here, you Zeb! Where've you been all this time?"

The darky grinned placatingly.

"Why, boss," he explained, "I hain't been—I'se gwine!"

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