Salvation Sermon Illustrations

Salvation Sermon Illustrations

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12]

Accepting the Gift

Well I remember my futile attempts to begin the Christian life. One Sunday morning I made up my mind to be a Christian, and never doubted that I knew what to do. I must leave off this evil thing, I thought—and already evil things had place in my life—I must do this good thing, I must read my Bible more, and pray more, and repent, and weep if possible. That evidently was the proper way. So I began. On Sunday I prospered well, and on Monday and Tuesday, I almost succeeded, but on Wednesday and Thursday I made some serious slips, and gave it up in despair on Friday and Saturday. But that was the less matter. for I began again the next Sunday. In my self-confidence I thought I knew where I had gone wrong, and that I could guard against the danger. So I read my Bible more diligently, and prayed with increasing devotion, prayed until sometimes I fell asleep on my knees beside the bed. I watched more carefully and imagined I repented more deeply. Often I wept and hid the tears.

Then came the wonderful Sunday afternoon when the new minister was to give his first address to the Sunday school. He said many things, no doubt, but I can only remember one sentence, and that was the living word for me: "All you have to do to be saved is to take God's gift, and say, 'Thank You.'" Here was a new and great light. Hitherto I had been trying to get God to take my gift, and trying to make it great enough to be worthy of His acceptance; and; lo! it was I who had to take, and it was His to give. Simply and quietly that Sunday afternoon my heart turned co God, and I took the gift for which I have been trying to say "Thank You" ever since. I have not yet learned to say it well, but I keep on trying to say it better, and some day, by infinite grace, I believe I shall have learned to say it perfectly.—W. Y. Fullerton.


The Opening

Mr. Walter Scott was once speaking about the veil of the Temple being rent in twain from the top to the bottom, when a man at the back stood up and asked, "How big was that hole?" "It was big enough to let any sinner pass through," immediately replied Mr. Scott. Thank God, it's true; "the new and living way" is free to all sinners.—John W. Ham.


A Horse Trainer's Testimony

A testimony heard in the "White Chapel," London, England: "Nearly forty years ago I drifted into a mission one cold night. The city was engulfed in one of those old-fashioned London fogs. I was partly intoxicated, and in my wanderings I heard the strain of familiar music as the people were singing, `Jesus, Lover of my Soul.' The minister preached on Christ's triumphant entry into Jerusalem, astride a Syrian colt on which no man had ever sat (an untrained Syrian colt). I was intensely interested. I knew Syrian colts. I was in the employ of a nobleman, as a trainer, who was a lover of Syrian colts. I trained over a score of such animals, and of all the vicious, stubborn, deceitful beasts that ever lived, a Syrian colt excelled in disposition. Just when you thought you had him well in hand, you would find him puking his heels into your back; and when I realized that here was an untrained Syrian colt, carrying the Lord Jesus into Jerusalem, with people singing and waving palms enough to scare any colt Syrian or otherwise), I said to myself, `Jesus Christ was a great jockey.' And when the minister called for converts, I said to myself, `Well, if Jesus Christ could do that with an untrained Syrian colt, what could He do with me?' and I went to the altar and was saved. My prayer that night was this: `Lord, I'm willing to be an ass, yes, the foal of an ass, if I can serve You; ride me, as You did that Syrian colt, and may every ride be a triumphant entrance into the heart and life of another man."'The Gideon.


Christ, the Only Way

A man, wont to trust in his own merit for salvation, dreamed one night that he was occupied with the task of constructing a ladder which was to reach from earth to heaven. Whenever the dreamer did a good deed the ladder went up higher, and occasionally when an extra good act was performed, the progress toward the skies was correspondingly accelerated. So in course of years the ladder passed out of sight of the earth, clear up into the clouds. But at last when the competent builder was about to step off the topmost round onto the floor of heaven, a voice cried, "He that climbeth up some other way is a thief and a robber!" Down came the ladder with a crash. The startled dreamer awoke. He had learned his lesson. He saw that he must get salvation from Jesus Christ, for his own self-righteousness, inade­quate to fulfill the whole law of God, availeth not. There is only one way of sure entrance to the fold of God, and that is by the atoning merit of Him who said, "I am the door!"—Zion's Herald


No "Chance" at All

An airman, pretty badly smashed up, was brought back from "Somewhere in France" to a hospital, "Somewhere in the north of England." After the doctor had patched him up as best he could, he turned to the airman in the next bed. "Say, mate, can you help a fellow with a bit of religion?" he asked. "Sorry, chum," the man replied, "I'm afraid I can't, but you'll be all right; a lady visits here on Thursdays with Gospels and tracts; she'll put you right!" "Well, I may not be here on Thursday," he said. "Can't you do anything?" Presently he turned again to the fellow in the next bed. "I've been thinking. I don't know if it's a bit out of the Bible or part of a hymn, but some words keep running through my mind: `Jesus said, Suffer the children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.'" "Yes, that's in the Bible, all right, mate." "Well, if Jesus Christ wanted the children to come to Him, do you think He'd have me, for I know I jolly well need Him? Anyway, I'm going to ask Him!" He pulled the sheet up over his head; that sheet never came down again! "Him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out.... Come unto me, all ye." I was telling that story to a group of airmen at Kingston, Ontario, when one U T. pilot in training camp came to me afterward and asked, "Reverend, do you think that fellow had any chance?" I replied, "No! He'd no chance at all; he'd an absolute certainty!"—Prairie Pastor.


It Keeps You Sane

Because occasionally an insane person incoherently dwells on religious questions, unthinking persons jump to the conclusion that often religion is responsible for mental unbalance. Someone wrote Dr. A. B. Richardson, superintendent of an insane asylum in Ohio, for information, perhaps expecting to get con­firmation of the notion that religion and insanity are closely related.

Dr. Richardson's answer is worth quoting: "You have asked me an easy question. I have tested that matter thoroughly. There are only two patients in the hospital whose insanity has any relation to religion, and I think from their predisposition to insanity, that they would probably have become insane on some other subject if they had not on religion.

"Now, if you had asked me how many people in Ohio are kept by religion from insanity, you would have given me a question hard to answer, for they are a multitude.

"The good cheer, bright hopes, rich consolations, good tempers, regular habits and glad songs of religion are such an antidote for the causes of insanity, that thousands of people in Ohio are preserved from insanity by them. But for the beneficial influence of religion, Ohio would have to double the capacity of her hospitals in order to accommodate her insane patients."Fellowship News.

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12]

| More