Grace Sermon Illustrations

Grace Sermon Illustrations

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The Bird with a Broken Wing (Written by a Rescued Girl)

It lay by the dusty roadside where the people came and went,
But none looked down on the panting bird whose life was nearly spent.
One woman did, but she hurried on with a sigh of helpless pain,
For she said, "Poor bird with a broken wing, you can never fly again."

It fluttered in anguish all day till the sun was set,
And night came down in silence on the slopes of Olivet,
But the Master who lay on the sod that night 'neath the tress and the open sky,
Could not sleep for the sound that pierced His heart, of the dying birdling's cry.

As the glory of the morning was touch­ing the eastern hills,
He came to where the weary bird lay cold, and faint and still.
He bent His head in compassion over the shattered thing,
It was bruised, and broken, and dying; it could never soar or sing.
He drew it from the tangled grass with a hand of healing power,
And said, "You shall soar and sing for
Me as bird never sang before."

He lifted it high on His blessed palm and it spread its wings to fly,
And filled the blue Judaean sky with a flood of melody
Which echoed over hill and plain with such triumphant strain
That men stood still to drink their fill and turned to drink again.

Then with wings that were strong and tireless as an eagle's on its way,
It mounted up to the Throne of God past the gates of earthly day,
And sang its songs of liberty while angels stood in amaze,
And took up the song as it swept along, and all Heaven rang with its praise.

The song of the bird with the broken wing is the song my heart is singing:
The story of His matchless grace
through all my life is ringing,
Up out of the tangle of sin and shame
His love bath lifted my soul,
And the healing touch of the Son of God bath freed me and made me whole.Way of Faith.

Free Grace

Rev. James Caughey tells of a minister who lay dying in Scotland. A brother minister called to see him, and inquired, "Well, my brother, what are you doing?" "Doing?" answered the dying servant of God. "Doing? I will tell you: I am gathering together all my prayers and sermons, all my good deeds and bad deeds, and am going to throw them all overboard together, and swim to glory on the plank of free grace!"—Albert Midlane.

Sufficient Grace on Time

"My grace is sufficient" (II Cor. 12: 9).

The Christian's repose is grounded upon this fact that his source of supply will never give out. God's grace, for every need of every man, is boundless and limitless. It is made available to the believer in the oft-proven promise: "My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in Glory by Christ Jesus." Again the believer is encouraged to "come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need." Dr. G. Campbell Morgan gives a very inspiring and helpful paragraph on this last text. He says, "I am never tired of pointing out that the Greek phrase translated, `in time of need,' is a colloquialism, of which the `nick of time' is the exact equivalent. 'That ye may have grace to help in the nick of time. Grace just when and where I need it. You are attacked by temptation, and at the moment of assault you look to Him, and the grace is there to help in 'the nick of time.'

"No postponement of your petition until the evening hour of prayer; but there, man, there in the city street with the flaming temptation in front of you, turn to Christ within you, with a cry for help, and the grace will be there in the `nick of time.'"—The Missionary Worker.

Drink Deep!

A little boy, one of seven children, met with an accident, and was taken to the hospital. He came from a lowly home where hunger was seldom quite satisfied. The glass of milk was only part full, or, if full, shared by two of the children. After the lad was made comfortable as possible in his hospital bed, a nurse brought him a large glass of milk. He looked at it longingly and then, with the memory of many experiences of sharing with the other children, said, "How deep shall I drink?" The nurse with her eyes shining and a lump in her throat said, "Drink it all." Oh, hungry and thirsty soul, how deep shall you drink of the love and goodness of God? There is no limit! Drink it all, drink it again and again! The supply is inexhaustible.—Upper Room.

Sufficient Grace

"My grace is sufficient for thee." (II Cor. 12:9).

My grace is sufficient, O lost one!
Thy soul to redeem from its woe,
To give you a perfect salvation,
To keep you wherever you go.

My grace is sufficient, O weak one!
The bondage of sin to remove;
My strength is made perfect in weakness,
Then seek for this strength from above.

My grace is sufficient, O tried one!
To meet every testing and need;
Whatever may be the requirement,
My grace is sufficient indeed.

My grace is sufficient, O dear one!
Yes, even for death's trying hour;
This foe I have met and have vanquished;
No need, then, to fear its dread power.Fred Scott Shepard.

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