Criticism Sermon Illustrations

Criticism Sermon Illustrations

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Drive On

While Amanda Smith was riding in the Queen's carriage through London and was assailed by a street gamin, she simply looked at the driver and said, "Drive on!" This is the best attitude to sustain toward both the world's flatteries and hisses—drive on. When men ridicule by scoffing, and Satan hinders, drive along on your Divinely appointed way. When tasks seem difficult and the way appears almost impossible; look to God and drive on. When even friends turn cold or fall away, when your own heart would sink within you in contemplating the reign of iniquity, get out from under that juniper tree and drive on.

There is no time for falling by the way; the battle is on, the enemies of the Cross of Christ press us on every side; heresies abound; the love of many is waxing cold; Satan roars; sometimes the lowering clouds are sheeted with an­gry lightning, but drive on. Yield to no discouragement. God lives. Truth will conquer. You are on the winning side. Heed not the world's praise nor censure. The years are short, the time of harvest but a brief moment, and eternity with its endless ages lies just beyond. Drive on with a steady unfailing trust in the Lord, and you will win the victor's crown.—Christian Witness.


I watched them tearing a building down.
A gang of men in a busy town;
With a ho-heave-ho and a lusty yell
They swung a beam a side wall fell.
I asked the foreman "Are these men skilled
As the men you'd hire if you had to build?"
He gave a laugh and said,
"No indeed! Just common labor is all I need;
I can easily wreck in a day or two
What builders have taken a year to do."
I thought to myself as I went my way,
Which of these rules have I tried to play?
Am I a builder who works with care,
Measuring life by the rule and square?
Am I shaping my deeds to a well-laid plan,
Patiently doing the best I can?
Or am I a wrecker who walks the town
Content with labor of tearing down? Selected.

"But Him They Understood Not"

This was Moses, and all the time he was true to his people, and would have done anything for them, but they did not understand him! Don't you think there are lots of people we do not understand, and we misjudge them! Even Moses' motive was not understood! Spurgeon said how often he and his dear wife were misunderstood; called mean and all sorts! A visitor was at Norwood one day, and this is how it happened:

Young Charles Spurgeon asked his mother for some eggs from the dairy that Mrs. Spurgeon had. "Yes, Charles," she said, "you may have them if you pay for them!" It seemed strange to my friend! Later, rumors were circulated that Spurgeon and his wife were mean and grasping, because they sold butter, eggs and milk. But they gave no explanation, and the critics continued to criticize! The explanation came at Mrs. Spurgeon's death! There were found books containing all sales at the dairy and profits there from, all of which were devoted to the maintenance of two elderly widows of Welsh ministers! But the cruel critics understood not!

Let us leave it if we are not under­stood! God knows! The Chaplain.

All He Had—for Christ

Dwight L. Moody was once preaching to a great crowd in one of his meetings. He was putting his very soul into it as he always did. He was thinking more about the content of his message and of its effect upon the hearts of men than about the precise literary form of it. There was a certain fastidious gentleman sitting on the platform that night, and at the close of the service he went to Mr. Moody and said, "By the way, I noticed that you made eleven mistakes in grammar in your sermon tonight." "Very likely," replied Mr. Moody, "I don't doubt it for a minute. My early education was faulty. I often wish that I had received more schooling. But I am using all the grammar I know in the service of Christ. How is it with you?" We are not told what reply the man made. I hope that he went home and read a chapter in the Bible rather than another page of grammar, and then prayed for a new heart. Such as I have give I thee. That is the attitude which counts. New Century Leader.

Better Than Criticism

Wesley and a preacher of his were once invited to lunch with a gentleman after service. The itinerant was a man of very plain manners. While talking with their host's daughter, who was remarkable for her beauty and who had been profoundly impressed by Wesley's preaching, this good man noticed that she wore a number of rings. During a pause in the meal he took hold of the young lady's hand, and, raising it, called Wesley's attention to the sparkling gems. "What do you think of this, sir," said he, "for a Methodist hand?" The girl turned crimson. The question was extremely awkward for Wesley, whose aversion to all display of jewelry was so well known. With a quiet, benevolent smile, he looked up and simply said, "The hand is very beautiful." The young lady appeared at evening worship without her jewels, and became a firm and decided Christian.—The Pilgrim Holiness Advocate.

Horse Sense

A horse can't pull while kicking,
This fact we merely mention,
And he can't kick while pulling,
Which is our chief contention.

Let's imitate the good horse
And lead a life that's fitting;
Just pull an honest load, and then
There'll be no time for kicking.—Selected.

How Do We Take Criticism

Criticism is an acid test of humility. When we are criticized, do we first think how wrong the other person is, and try to defend ourselves? Or, are we learning that advanced lesson in the Christian life that God permits criticism, sometimes sends it, for our good? Any editor receives a large share of criticism, and both Dr. Henry Clay Trumbull and Dr. Charles Trumbull maintained that Christians should seek to profit by any truth in the criticism, even though it was not made in the right spirit. In a recent letter from one who has frequently contributed articles to the TIMES was this thoughtful statement, showing a true spirit of humility: "Criticism seems to me one of the fine things of life, for how is one to improve without it?" "He that refuseth instruction despiseth his own soul: but he that heareth reproof getteth understanding" (Pro'. 15:32).—Sunday School Times.

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