Witness Sermon Illustrations

Witness Sermon Illustrations

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Witness to Christ the Saviour.

'Witnesses unto Me.' George Cutting the author of Safety, Certainty and Enjoyment, when cycling past a cottage in a Norfolk village, felt it right to shout: 'Behold the Lamb of God that taketh away the sin of the world!' The impulse came a second time, and again he shouted. Six months after, visiting from house to house in that village, he entered the cottage. Asking the good woman if she was saved, she replied, `Oh yes! Six months ago I was in great distress of soul; and while pleading for God's help, a voice cried: "Behold the Lamb of God that taketh away the sin of the world"; and when I asked God to repeat what He had said, the voice came again.'

(John 1. 29; Acts 1. 8)


Witness—to Witness—to Christ the Saviour

Sophie—of Sophie's Sermons fame—was a converted scrub woman who said that she was called to scrub and preach. She was made fun of by someone who said she was seen talking of Christ in front of a cigar store to a wooden Indian. Sophie replied, 'Maybe I did; my eyesight is not good any more. But talking to a wooden Indian about Christ is not as bad as being a wooden Christian and never witnessing about Christ to anyone.'

During the 1859 revival in Ireland an ignorant man was converted. He could do nothing more than tell what the Lord had done for his soul. He went over to Scotland to work in some mills there, and in the factory where he worked 1300 hands were employed. So great was the impression made upon them by his simple testimony that no less than 600 were led to Christ.

(Ps. 66. 16; Acts 1. 8; 4. 33)


"The trouble is," said Wilkins as he talked the matter over with his counsel, "that in the excitement of the moment I admitted that I had been going too fast, and wasn't paying any attention to the road just before the collision. I'm afraid that admission is going to prove costly."

"Don't worry about that," said his lawyer. "I'll bring seven witnesses to testify that they wouldn't believe you under oath."


On his eighty-fourth birthday, Paul Smith, the veteran Adirondock hotel-keeper, who started life as a guide and died owning a million dollars' worth of forest land, was talking about boundary disputes with an old friend.

"Didn't you hear of the lawsuit over a title that I had with Jones down in Malone last summer?" asked Paul. The friend had not heard.

"Well," said Paul, "it was this way. I sat in the court room before the case opened with my witnesses around me. Jones busted in, stopped, looked my witnesses over carefully, and said: 'Paul, are those your witnesses?' 'They are,' said I. 'Then you win,' said he. 'I've had them witnesses twice myself.'"

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