Salvation Sermon Illustrations

Salvation Sermon Illustrations

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"Science Cannot Explain This"

It was frequently the custom of a certain philanthropist to visit the New York Rescue Mission at night. On one occasion he took with him a well-known physician, head of the psychiatric department of one of the great New York City hospitals. Arrived at the mission, they listened together to the testimony of one converted man after another. When the season allowed for such volunteer speeches had passed, Mr. John Wyburn, superintendent of the mission, asked the visiting physician if he would like to say a word. Dr. G— is then reported to have risen to his feet and addressed the assembled company in the following fashion:

"Tonight I have been given an opportunity to observe something I did not know existed anywhere. It has been my privilege to listen to the testimony of men who were glad to witness to what Christ has done for them. I know nothing about that, but I confess I cannot otherwise explain what has taken place in their lives. A few of these men I recognize. As drunkards, and even as dope fiends, some of them have come under my observation at the hospital. Had I been asked about and given a thought to their probable fate, I should have said that very likely they were in the 'potter's field.' Here they are, alive, well-dressed, delivered, and in their right minds. I do not know how the miracle has been wrought, but of one thing I am confident—nothing in science can account for this change in them. That kind of Gospel is worth preaching to anyone, anywhere."

The doctor spoke truly. That kind of Gospel is worth preaching. That kind of Saviour is infinitely worth preaching. He saves to the uttermost. As someone has aptly said, He stoops to the "guttermost" and saves to the uttermost.—Gospel Herald.

"He Is Able"

"Since His power is so glorious" God one day could make a dying drunkard, an artist. As he stumbled out of a saloon, the saloon keeper had said, "I am afraid you are a goner, Bill." And he thought he was, too, for as he staggered along the street, he could see the cars going by, but could not hear them. He could walk down the sidewalk, but he could not feel it. He must have been almost at the point of dropping on the street as he went along. Then crawling up a stairway into his studio he closed the door. He knew all hope was gone. He knew he had tried every possible way to break the drink habit, every way to get help out of those who might be able to help him. As he closed the door, he knew that he had just a few hours to live. Then one ray of hope drifted into that darkened heart—his mother's God. Dropping down on his knees in front of his chair in front of the easel where he painted pictures, he cried out, "Oh, God, if You will save me from this terrible death and take out of my life this awful curse, You can do what You will with me for the rest of my days." He confessed the awfulness of his sin, believed the Saviour his mother had told him about was the only One who could meet his need. That man was my father. No, not that man, but the one who arose from his knees was my father! I never knew my father except as one of the most wonderful men I have ever met, one whose heart was so great that it reached out to the man in the lost condition, one who actually burned out his life for the Lord and died at the age of fifty-two mainly because he poured out his heart so continuously night and day for the lost. That dying drunkard cried out to the only One who had power to meet his need and arose three hours later and for twenty-six years before his death never again touched any of the drink, never again gambled, never again did any of those things that had characterized his life before.—Gospel Herald.

A Chapter for Christians

A young converted Jewess, daughter of a New York rabbi, tells this story: "My father taught me to read the Bible in Hebrew when a young child. We began at Genesis. When we came to Isaiah he skipped the fifty-third chapter. I asked him why. He said it was not necessary for Jews to read that chapter. I became more curious. I asked him who it was for, and he said Christians. I asked him what the Christian Bible was doing in our Bible. He became very angry and told me to keep quiet. He said again it was not necessary to read it. I wondered why God would put unnecessary things in the Bible. I copied the fifty-third chapter on paper and carried it in my stocking for two years until I came to America—the free country. I looked at it at night and every chance I could without being seen. I took better care of that paper than people do of money. Through reading this wonderful chapter I was led to accept Christ as my Saviour. I was walking in New York one day and heard a lady reading this chapter. She explained that it referred to Jesus Christ. It satisfied me completely.—Sunday School Times.

Not Unless We Take Him

Dr. Walter L. Wilson tells of using John 3:16 to help a boy receive Christ. He quoted the verse and stressed the word "gave." Showing the lad that Christ was God's gift, he asked, "Does the giving of a gift make it yours?" The boy replied, "You must take it if it is to become yours." "True," said the doctor, "and so Christ must be taken as God's gift, if He is to become yours. I am a doctor," he went on, "but I am not your doctor, am I?" "No," said the lad. "Why not?" asked the doctor. "Because we never took you as our doctor," replied the boy. "Very well, then, Jesus Christ is a Saviour, but He is not your Saviour unless you take Him. Will you do so now?" With bowed head, the boy told the Lord Jesus that he would take Him as his Saviour then and there.Sunday School Times.

Why God Chose the Outcast

"I am by birth," said a converted Hindu, when addressing a number of his countrymen, "of an insignificant and contemptible caste, so low, that if a Brahman should chance to touch me he must go and bathe in the Ganges for the purpose of purification; and yet God has been pleased to call me, not merely to a knowledge of the Gospel but to the high office of teaching it to others. My friends, do you know the reason of God's conduct? It is this: if God had selected one of you learned Brahmans, and made you the preacher, when you were successful in making converts, bystanders would have said it was the amazing learning of the Brahman and his great weight of character that were the cause; but now, when anyone is convinced by my instrumentality, no one thinks of ascribing any praise to me. And God, as is His due, has all the glory."Sunday School Chronicle.

Better Than Working a Miracle

We may not work a miracle
In any given place,
But we can be a miracle
Of God's redeeming grace.

The call to work a miracle
May be for one short day;
The gift to be a miracle
Shall never pass away.Sunday School Times.

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