Salvation Sermon Illustrations

Salvation Sermon Illustrations

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Henry Moorhouse, during his first visit to America in evangelistic work, was the guest of a cultured and wealthy gentleman who had a daughter just coming into womanhood and looking forward with bright anticipation to a gay and worldly life. One day she entered the library and found the evangelist reading his Bible. Begging his pardon for the intrusion, she was about to retire, when he looked up, and, calling her by name, said in his quiet and kindly way, 'Are you saved?'

She could only reply, 'No, Mr. Moorhouse, I am not.'

Then came another question, 'Would you like to be saved?'

She thought for a moment of all that is meant by salvation, and of all that is meant by the lack of salvation and she frankly answered, `Yes, I wish I were a sincere Christian.'

Then came the tender appeal, 'Would you like to be saved now?'

Under this searching question her head dropped, and she began to look into her heart. On the one hand her youth, her brilliant prospects, her father's wealth and position in society, made the world attractive. On the other hand stood Christ. She replied, 'Yes, I want to be saved now.'

The supreme moment in her life was reached. Mr. Moorhouse asked her to kneel beside him and to read aloud the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah. This she did in a tone that became tremulous and broken by sobs. 'Read it again,' said Mr. Moorhouse gently, 'and where you find "we", "our", and "us" put in "I", "my", and "Me".'

The weeping girl read it again. 'He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and I hid as it were my face from Him; He was despised and I esteemed Him not. Surely He hath borne my griefs, and carried my sorrows; yet I did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.'

Here she broke down completely as she thought for the first time of her personal relation to the Lord Jesus in His sufferings. But, wiping away her blinding tears, she read on, 'He was wounded for my transgressions, He was bruised for my iniquities; the chastisement of my peace was upon Him; and with His stripes I am healed. I like a sheep have gone astray; I have turned to my own way; and the Lord hath laid on Him all my iniquities.'

She was silent for a moment, and then exclaimed with deep emotion, 'Oh, Mr. Moorhouse, is this true?'

`Dear child,' he answered, 'does not God say it?'

Again she was silent for a time, but at length looking up, no longer through the tears of sorrow, but in joy and adoring gratitude and inexpressible love, she said, 'Then I am saved, for all my iniquities have been laid upon Him, and no stroke remains for me.' She arose from her knees with the peace of God filling her heart and soul.—Indian Christian

(Isa. 53. 3-6; Acts 16. 31)

Is God indifferent to all that is happening? By no means. God is working for the eternal blessing and salvation of all who will turn to Him in repentance and faith. The world is doomed, but He is taking out of the world a people for Himself, i.e. all who respond to the call of the gospel. The world is like a ship whose crew has mutinied and murdered the Captain (the owner's son) and thrown his body overboard. Now the question arises as to who can guide the ship. Attempts are made by one and another, but all ends in failure and disaster, for the ship strikes a rock and is heading for destruction. The owner hears what has happened and orders a lifeboat to be sent out immediately to save the crew. `But they have murdered your son,' the lifeboatmen exclaim. 'I will pardon their awful crime,' replied the owner, 'and save every man who will jump into the lifeboat. The ship is doomed and lost, but I will save out of it all who will accept saving.'—John Weston

(Luke 19. 10; Acts 4. 12; 1 Tim. 1. 15)

Salvation by Good Looks

Some time ago I was tramping over the fields of England with a grand old farmer; a fine man with cheerful face and twinkling eyes. He was proud of his land and kept pointing out his cows and crops. Suddenly he turned to me and said, 'You know, I was saved by my good looks.'

Somewhat surprised, I said, 'Saved by your good looks? I've heard of being saved by the wonderful grace of God. I've heard of being saved by the precious blood of Jesus our Lord.

But I confess I've never heard of a man being saved by his good looks, though you are a good-looking man. Explain yourself.'

He chuckled. 'I'll tell you how it happened. Some years ago a preacher came knocking at our farmhouse door. He asked could I please lend him my barn for some gospel meetings. I wasn't using it at the time, so I consented. He soon got busy, fixed it up with chairs and then went round the village inviting folk to come.

`After several nights had passed my wife said to me, "Why don't you go down and see how that man is getting on?" So that night I dropped in and found a seat. The barn was full and the people were singing heartily. As the singing finished the preacher gave out his first text, taken from Isa. 45. 22: "Look unto Me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth, for I am God, and there is none else." He pictured the cruel cross and Jesus, the Lamb of God, bearing away the sin of the world. He told of the suffering and shame that Jesus endured and of the precious blood He shed that sinners might be forgiven and cleansed. Sitting there, I gazed at the amazing sight, and with those inner eyes of my soul, I saw Him dying for me, and knew that He alone could pardon my sin. Yes, I looked to Jesus on the cross, and proved for myself His promise, "Look unto Me and be ye saved".

`But then,' continued the old farmer, 'the preacher turned to a second verse, Heb. 12. 2: "Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, Who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God." He pictured a risen Saviour, able to save to the uttermost all that come unto Him—able to keep us from stumbling—able to present us faultless before His throne—able to empower us to live victoriously. Why, I had never thought I could be a real Christian; but somehow that sight of the mighty risen Lord Jesus showed me that He could do the job not only for me, on the Cross, but also in me day by day. And so I looked to Jesus on the Throne and proved that He is the Author and Finisher of our faith.

`Then,' the old man went on, 'before the preacher closed his talk that night he gave us one more wonderful verse in Titus 2. 13: "Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ." What a thrill it was to hear that this same Jesus is actually coming again for His own blood-bought people. It seemed too good to be true, but the promise is there in the Bible, "I will come again and receive you unto Myself, that where I am, there ye may be also".'

As the old farmer finished I just put my arms around him and said, 'Bravo ! That's wonderful. Now I understand how you were saved by your good looks—looking into the face of Jesus and tasting of His great salvation.'—H. Wildish

(Acts 4. 12, Heb. 2. 3)

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