God's Care Sermon Illustrations

God's Care Sermon Illustrations

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While the Robber Listened

The evangelist Charles Inglis records the following story told by a lady in a prayer meeting: "Some years ago my husband was traveling in Europe, and I was left alone with my maids in a large lonely house in a Western State. One evening, after our usual reading and prayer, we retired to our several rooms. As I entered my room, I happened to look into a mirror at the opposite side of the room, and was horrified to see the reflection of a man crouching behind my wardrobe. I was tempted to cry aloud for help, but knew it would be useless, and determined to put the faith in God about which we had been reading to the test. I walked as courageously as possible, though trembling in every limb, across the floor, took my Bible from the table, and sank into a chair. I began reading aloud the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah. I then kneeled and prayed aloud, telling God how we were unprotected women, and imploring Him to protect us from thieves and robbers and all evil persons. I had barely risen and sunk once more into the seat, when a hand was laid on my shoulder and a voice said: `Do not cry out or be frightened, for you are perfectly safe. I came here to rob this house, but that chapter is one I used to hear my mother read, and your prayer reminded me of the prayers she offered. I am going now. You need fear nothing.' "—The Dawn.

My Guard With God

I'm standing guard at sunset,
But I know I'm not alone;
There's another One who's watching
From His place upon a throne.
He's my Lord, my Great Protector,
Who once died to make men free.
He is watching, He is guarding.
He is taking care of me.

I'm standing guard at midnight
On an island in the sea,
Far from home and all my loved ones,
But my Lord is still with me;
And the Southern Cross is gleaming
In the starry sky above,
And it serves as a reminder
Of my Lord's undying love.

I'm standing guard at sunrise,
With the dawn's bright sky above,
And I know the Lord will keep me,
Watching over me in love.
Now my watch is almost over,
But His watch shall never cease—
He has given me assurance
And an everlasting peace.

This poem was sent by a soldier who said his "buddy" wrote it just before he was reported "missing in action."

The Royal Engineers

Dan Crawford tells of an experience he and his party had while returning to his African mission field after a furlough. A stream to be crossed was in flood, and there were no boats. Haste in getting back was important. The missionaries camped and prayed. After a time a tall tree which had battled with the river for a century, perhaps, began to totter, and then fell—clear across the stream. "The Royal Engineers of Heaven," Mr. Crawford said, "had laid a pontoon bridge for God's servants."—Sunday School Times.

Wilkinson's Answer

The following story is told of the Rev. John Wilkinson and the Mildmay Mission to the Jews: On one occasion two American gentlemen sat at Mr. Wilkinson's breakfast table and noted his opening of letters which brought God's supply for the day. "This is all very well so far," said one, "but what would you do, Mr. Wilkinson, if one morning the expected supply did not come?" He answered: "That can only happen, sir, when God dies."—Christian Herald.

I Shall Not Want—or My Shepherd

He maketh me rest in His pastures green,
This wonderful Shepherd, my Lord,
He quenches my thirst by the waters still,
When I drink from His own' precious Word.
My soul He restores, though ofttimes it strays,
And chooses the path that I take,
A path of Righteousness, safe and good,
And that for His own Name's sake.
When I walk through the valley, I'll fear no ill,
Though the shadow of death will be there,
His rod shall protect me, His staff be my stay,
For I'm under His love and care.

Ofttimes among foes my table He spreads,
My head with oil He anoints,
A cup overflowing with joy He gives,
In the place that His love appoints.
His goodness and mercy shall follow me still,
And I'll dwell in His House for aye,
His promise was true that I never should want,
This Shepherd who led all the way.Flora L. Osgood

Angelic Ministry

Rev. H. L. Hastings of Boston, a very godly man, was riding on horseback through the New Hampshire mountains with £100 when he stopped his horse to readjust his stirrups. The moon shone down brightly on him and his horse. He fixed his saddle, jumped on his horse and reaching his destination delivered the money.

Several years afterward he was called to the bedside of a dying man who asked him if he remembered the experience in getting off his horse. Mr. Hastings said, "Yes." The dying man replied: "I was lying in wait for you there, and intended to kill you and take that money I knew you had; but when you got off your horse I saw another man standing on the other side of your horse, and I was afraid to kill two men, so I did not shoot." "Why?" Mr. Hastings exclaimed, "there was no other man with me." "Yes, there was," the man replied. Before dying he asked Mr. Hastings' forgiveness, which was given him.—The Dawn.


Little Maisie was tired and fretful. Mother took her up and held her close and lovingly, and presently Maisie was rested. Mother herself was weary. A great trouble had come to her. The earth was fresh above the dear mother who had held her when she was a little girl, and to whom she had gone in later life with all her cares and troubles. She sighed above the golden head, and Maisie asked, "Mamma, don't you want to be holded?" In spite of herself the tears came, and the little one, patting her cheek, and thinking of words with which to comfort, whispered at last: "Mamma, God will hold you, won't he?" And the Mother, who had told her child how the Good Shepherd carried the little ones in his arms, was rebuked and comforted. Sunday School Times.

"Then to the Dogs"

The Turks, having tortured and slain the parents of a little Armenian girl before her eyes, turned to the child and said: "Will you renounce your faith in Jesus, and live?" She replied, "I will not." "Then to the dogs!" she was thrown into a kennel of savage and famished dogs and left there. The next morning they came and looked in, to see the little girl on her knees praying, and beside her the largest and most savage of all the dogs, snapping at every dog that ventured near, thus protecting the child. The men ran away terrified, crying out, "There is a God here; there is a God here."—Sunday School Times.

Whom Do We Trust Most?

A mature Christian man who has served the Lord truly and effectively for many years writes to a friend about a new work and new experiences that he is having. He says: "What a change! I think, also, that I am going to enjoy resting wholly on the Lord for daily needs. I never did it before in my life. I do not know where the rent for next month is coming from, but I am not worried at all. I am wondering why I have always slept better when some big (financial) man underwrites me, and a bit nervous when only the Lord says He will supply all my needs! Aren't Christians funny?"— Sunday School Times.

The Lord's Prescription

A missionary found herself without means, among a heathen people, far from any source of supplies. In her distress she claimed the promise of God that He would supply her need. She was also in poor health. From a businessman in another part of China came several large boxes of Scotch oatmeal. She alr-6ady had several cans of condensed milk, so with these two commodities she was obliged to sustain life for four long weeks. As time went on, it seemed to agree with her better; and by the time the four weeks had passed she felt in excellent health. In relating the experience some time later to a company of people, which included a phy­sician, she was asked more particularly of the nature of her former illness. The physician said, "The Lord heard your prayer and supplied your need more truly than you realize. For the sickness from which you were suffering, we physicians prescribe a four weeks' diet of nothing but oatmeal gruel for our patients. The Lord prescribed it for you, and saw to it that you took the proper remedy."—Alliance Weekly.

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