Soul Winning Sermon Illustrations

Soul Winning Sermon Illustrations

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Why the Dog Looked Sad

A preacher of the Gospel, traveling in the Alps, was greatly interested in the St. Bernard dogs. One day the dogs were sent out in a storm to seek travelers who might be lost. One dog returned in the late afternoon, wearied from fighting his way through the drifts. The dog went to his kennel, lay down in a corner, and acted thoroughly despondent despite the effort of the master to encourage him. Was he sick? No, said the master, the dog was not sick in body, but in heart. He had failed to find anybody to help, and had come back ashamed. Oh, does that apply to us individually as bearers of good news?—Gospel Herald.

What Would Happen If All Did Their Share?

The Record of Christian Work tells of a missionary physician in one of China's hospitals who cured a man of cataract. A few weeks later, forty-eight blind men from one of China's interior provinces, each holding on to a rope held in the hands of the man who was cured, came to the hospital. Thus in a chain, they had walked two hundred and fifty miles to the doctor, and nearly all were cured.

Does not this give a picture of our share in the missionary enterprise? The first blind man came to the physician, put his trust in him, received his sight, and then went out to lead others to the same power that had blessed him. If we have come to Christ and by faith have received Him and the eternal life He offers, our part will be to lead others to Him.—Sunday School Times.

Burdened for Lost

"A Punjab brother convulsed and sobbing as if his heart would break. I went up to him and put my arms about him, and said, 'The Blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin.' A smile lit up his face. 'Thank God, Sahib,' he cried, 'but, oh! what an awful vision I have had thousands of souls in this land of India being carried away by the dark river of sin! They are in Hell now! Oh, to snatch them from the fire before it is too late!"—Accountability.

The Best Doctoring

There is an American medical missionary in a foreign field who is more interested in the spiritual health of his patients than in their physical health, while at the same time he is greatly used as a physician and surgeon. Difficult, even baffling, physical cases are brought to his hospital, and, by keeping in touch with the latest medical and surgical research in America, he has been able to restore health in a wonderful way. But the fact in which he most rejoices is, as he wrote in a letter home last year, "The more the patients come in the more the Gospel goes out."—Sunday School Times.

What Fishing Means

If you are going to be ff,sners of men, you must go where men are. I wonder if our churches have not made a mistake when they settle down in a comfortable church and put a sign outside, "Welcome." Suppose I went down to the stream and stood on the bank with my rod, line, and bait in my hand, and said, "Come on, little fish, I have a lovely line, and the nicest worm on my hook; come right out of the water and help yourself." How many fish would I get?—Sunday School Times

The Man by the Road

If I were the man by the side of the road
Who watches the world go by,
I'd stop every man with a frown on his face
And ask him the reason why,
I'd stop every one with sad, weary eyes
And find out what made him so;
I'd point out to each the Christ on the Cross
And help him His love to know.

If I lived in a house by the side of the road
And tried for the friendship of man,
I'd tell him of Christ, the wonderful One,
Who gave us salvation's plan.
I'd show him the road to Heaven's gate,
The way that the Saviour trod,
If I were the man by the side of the road,
I'd try to lead someone to God.

I do not live by the side of the road,
Where the race of man passes on,
But I meet them each day on the path of life,
Those wanderers far from home.
You don't have to live in a house by the road
To scatter the sunshine of love.
But wherever you live, if a man ask the way,
Just point him to Heaven above.

You don't have to live in a house by the road
To offer your friendship to man.
A kindly word and a cheerful smile,
A friendly clasp of the hand,
A word of love to a sinsick soul
Helps lighten the heavy load
And makes you a friend of all mankind
If you are the man by the road.—Selected.

Sometimes Talking Tells

"From the time I was twenty-five until I was sixty-one no one ever spoke to me personally on the subject of religion. I lived opposite a church which I attended quite regularly; I had Christian neighbors; I lived near my pastor and saw him almost every day, and yet for thirty-six years no one ever spoke to me about my soul. I doubt if I should ever have been converted, had not some crusaders come into the town and led me to Christ."

The neglect of Christians to speak to the unsaved is a great occasion of skepticism. Said a lady to a friend of mine, "I will tell you why I am a doubter. I was in a sewing society last week. Forty ladies were present and every one a church member except myself. We were there three hours. We talked of everything, even down to crazy patchwork, but not a word about Jesus. Do you suppose I can believe that He is precious to them, when they never say anything about Him? I cannot do it."—Gospel Church Calendar.

Hustle to Save Souls

A motorcycle patrolman paced a parson through the streets of Cambridge, hailed him to the curb, and gave him a ticket for speeding. "Officer," explained the speeder, "you have to hustle if you're going to save souls." The cop tore up the ticket.—Selected.

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