Singing Sermon Illustrations

Singing Sermon Illustrations

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Let Them Know Where the Well Is

In one part of India the maharajah has proclaimed to all who go forth to draw water from a well in any part of his country must go with a song on their lips—and go singing all the way. The reason for this command is that a man was found dying of thirst within a few yards of a well. He did not know the well was there. He never recovered consciousness. And now, if you hear songs on the lips of one walking through the jungle today, you know that there is a well nearby.—From "The Unknown God by One Who Loves Him."


A Singer's Witness

A young Christian traveler found himself in a commercial room one night, where, the party being large and merry, it was proposed that each man should sing a song. Many of the usual character on such occasions were sung. It came the turn of our young friend, who excused himself on the ground that he knew no songs they would care to hear. In derision, one present asked him if he could not sing one of Sankey's hymns, and several declared they would join in the chorus. He decided to take them at the word, and with a silent prayer he chose one of the well-known hymns, and sang it as he had perhaps never sung before. All present joined in the chorus. Before its close there were moist eyes and troubled hearts, and several gathered round him thanking him for the song. When he retired, he had not been long in his room when he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to a young traveler who was in deep trouble. The song had brought back to memory the songs his deceased mother had sung. He knew his life was not right, and the inquiry was on his lips, "What must I do to be saved?" He was pointed to Christ. Scarcely had he left when there was another knock; this time an older man whom the song had reminded of a lost joy and peace. He was a backslider, The singer had the joy of pointing him also to the Saviour, and though it was nearly two o'clock before he could lie down, it was with heartfelt gratitude to Him who had honored his personal testimony for Christ.—The Illustrator.


Their Hymn, Facing Massacre

I once heard Dr. Usher of the American Board tell of the experience undergone by the staff of an Armenian mission at the time of the last devilish massacre. The workers gathered in one room in a silent waiting. They felt their coronation day had come. The women dressed in white, for any hour they would be seeing the Bridegroom! Outside the compound wall was the frantic, crazy horde of Turks, shouting in one breath the praise of Allah and the doom of the Christians. But, said the doctor, in spite of the frenzy without, there was an unearthly calm within. None feared, no one complained. In fact, one broke out in song, a hymn in which all joined. The crucifixion cry was drowned out by singing saints, and here was the paean they sang:

"Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown,
But Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

The music died, the mob dispersed, the peace of God reigned without, within. Only the Spirit of God works such miracles.—The Christian Standard.


A Little Love Offering fo' De Lawd

An old Negro arose one morning with his heart full of love for his Lord. "De Lawd done so much fo' me I wisht I could do a little mite fo' Him today," he said to himself.

At the close of the day as he was returning on the street car to his humble home, he thought over the day. He had done his work faithfully and well. "But dat wasn't fo' de Lawd. Dat was fo' wages. Don't t'ink I'se done anyt'ing special for de Lawd all day."

Soon the car stopped. Several passengers got off, and a tired-looking high school girl got on, her arms laden with books. She sank into a seat and looked at the books.

"All these to be looked over, and extracts read for the coming literary event. Oh, for one day of rest!" she sighed. "If it were just myself, I would stop right here; but I cannot. I have been chosen by the school and I cannot fail. Oh, but I'm tired!"

Just then the old Negro looked about him. There was only one other person on the car.

"I don't believe dat pooty little gal would care if I'd sing a little," he said to himself. Soon he began softly:

"Swing low, sweet chariot"—
The tired girl listened.
"Comin' for' to carry me home."

The melody of his voice, and the thought of the swinging chariot was restful. The old man finished the song, then began:

"Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care."

"That is the trouble," said the tired girl. "I have been neglecting the hour of prayer. I thought I was too busy, but 1 will neglect it no longer."

In a few minutes she rang the bell. But on her way to the door, she stopped and said to the old saint, "Your songs have helped me greatly. I thank you."—Selected.


No Singing for Infidelity

Christianity came into the world on the wings of song. Infidelity never sings. Unbelief has no music, no anthems, no hymns, oratorios, or symphonies. When Robert Ingersoll died, the printed notice of his funeral said, "There will be no singing."—Hugh Thomson Kerr.


Paganism Has No Doxologies

"Do the heathen get no comport whatever from their religion?" a missionary was asked.

"Yes," he replied, "the same kind of comfort you get out of a narcotic."

Buddhism, Brahmanism, Taoism, Confucianism, Mohammedanism are opiate religions.

Christianity, on the contrary, wakes up the soul with a new life. "The fruit of the Spirit is... joy," and must find outlet in singing.—Missionary Review of the World.


Sing to the Lord, sing His praise, all ye peoples,
New be your song as new honors ye pay;
Sing of His majesty, bless Him forever,
Show His salvation from day to day.—Selected


A talented young singer was asked to go on the operatic stage. She declined the offer with the words, "I cannot. I stand by every word I utter when I sing, and I feel that I must^ continue so. It is not only song with me—melodious sounds. It is the lesson inculcated: hope in the future, bright joys to come, the mercy of God. I would not sing a frivolous or deceiving word before an audience for all the money in the world."—Hay

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