Salvation Sermon Illustrations

Salvation Sermon Illustrations

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"Christ Crucified, the Power of God"

Chundra Lela, an orphaned Hindu girl, made four successive journeys to the cardinal points of India in her quest for soul-satisfaction. Each involved great personal suffering. And when the weary years of wandering failed, she entered upon a most severe course of penance, sitting all the hours of the hot day exposed to the burning rays of an Indian sun, surrounded by fires. In the chilly hours of the winter nights, she half submerged herself in water, all the time wearily counting the beads upon a chain until the morning sun appeared over the horizon. Finally, through the simple words of a Gospel message, falling from the lips of a faithful missionary, she was led to believe, and in consequence discarded her idols and every heathen practice in her life. "Christ crucified" is "the power of God" to save from sin.—Gospel Herald.

"What Must I Do?"

"The inner question of men's hearts for centuries has been, 'What must I do to be saved?' Some think by attainment; God says by atonement. Some declare by character; God says by the Cross. Some maintain by courage; God says by Christ. Some assert by trying; God says by trusting. Christ's answer is crystal clear: 'Ye must be born again.'"—Selected.

The Love That Saves

Norman McLoed tells of a highland mother, a widow, who attempted to take her baby across the mountains in a snowstorm, to the home of relatives. They found her frozen body, stripped. Her dying hands had wrapped the baby in her clothing and placed it in a nook where it was sheltered. The son of the minister who conducted the mother's funeral was preaching years later and told the story to illustrate God's love. A stranger was in the church that morning. Several days later, the preacher was summoned to the bedside of the stranger, who was dying. "I am that baby you told about," he said. "I never forgot my mother's love, but I never saw the love of God in giving Jesus for me until I heard that story. God led you that morning."—Sentinel.

Saved from the Fire

Dr. W. Leon Tucker tells of a great street demonstration in New York in which twelve thousand people marched. In the procession were three sight-seeing motor cars packed full of men, women, and children. In one was a judge of the Court of Appeals, and in the last one was a ragged street boy. On the sides of the cars it said, "These people have all been saved from burning buildings by the New York firemen." Then back of the cars marched the men who had saved them, wearing their medals, while hundreds of thousands of people cheered them. Think of the eternal joy that will thrill the hearts of those who, following their Lord and disregarding the consequences, have spent their lives "pulling men out of the fire."—The Eliin Evangel.

Salvation and Clothing

There came a day in my father's little mission church in Swaziland a tiny, round-eyed boy, wearing nothing but a bit of skin about his waist. After the service he disappeared. The next Sunday he appeared again, clad this time in patched, baggy trousers. Again he disappeared after the service. The third Sunday he arrived wearing a shirt as well as the trousers, and my father, managing to catch him before he escaped, asked if he would like to come to the mission school. The little lad shook his head solemnly to this, and also to the question: "Won't you believe in Jesus?" The next Sunday, added to his other garments was a pair of large broken boots, and a man's collar securely pinned around his tiny neck. At the end of the service he approached my father and said: "Peter ready now. Peter coming to school. Peter believes Jesus."—Christian Herald.

New Light for a Desperate Husband

In the Charlotte Division a number of business and professional men, both white and colored, became interested in placing Gospel portions in parked cars, each portion bearing the name and address of the sponsor. One of these portions was left in a taxicab. Several days later a young man came to Secretary Tross' office. With tears in his eyes. he took the Gospel from his pocket and said: "See this little book?" It is not a checkbook, and you see it is not a revolver; but it saved my life and the life of my family. When this book was thrown into the taxi in which I sat waiting for the driver, I had a gun in one pocket, and a bottle of whiskey in the other. I was through with everything and everybody. It was wholesale murder for my family, and suicide for me; but when I opened this book, the first thing I read was this: 'Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.' A new light came to me. I see things differently now and I am solving all my problems. I thank you for what I found in that car."—Bible Society Record.

Reform Does Not Rectify the Heart

The scene is laid in a sawmill. Here is a crooked log. The heart in the middle of it is crooked. The owner looking at it says to the sawyer, "I want you to run down that side, and then this side, and then the others." After doing that he has a straight stick. But the heart of that stick is just as crooked as it was before it was sawed.

Here is a man who says, "I have been in the habit of swearing; I will saw that off. I have been in the habit of lying; I will saw that off. I have been in the habit of cheating; I will saw that off. I have been in the habit of staying out late nights; I will saw that off." He saws off the four sides, but his heart is just as sinful as ever. Exterior change will not do; interior renovation by the indwelling Christ is necessary.—A. T. Howell.

Dr. Kelly's Christian Rose

Dr. Howard A. Kelly of Baltimore, Md., is never seen unless he is wearing in his lapel a beautiful pink rose. It carries a sermon, and here it is. It is a kind of badge of friendship and admiration, which is given to him regularly by a friend little known to many people. His acquaintances, or a stranger, will remark to him, "That's a lovely rose Dr. Kelly." "Yes, it is," he replies, "because it's a Christian rose." "But why is it a Christian rose?" Then, he turns back his lapel, and displays the little water bottle he manufactured himself, which holds the stem of the rose, keeping it sweet and fresh, and replies to his questioner, "You see, this is a Christian rose, because it has a hidden source of life and beauty."—Christian Herald.

Kill the Spider

An old deacon who used to pray every Wednesday night at prayer meeting, always concluded his prayer the same way: "And, Lord, clean all the cobwebs out of my life." I think you know what he was talking about. The cobwebs—those things that ought not to have been there but had gathered during the week. Well, it got too much for one fellow in the prayer meeting, and he heard the old deacon one time too often. So when the old man made that prayer, the fellow jumped to his feet and shouted, "Lord, Lord, don't do it! Don't do it! Kill the spider!" Beloved, that's what needs to happen.—Gospel Herald.

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