Sin Sermon Illustrations

Sin Sermon Illustrations

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Slow to Learn

An incident of unusual interest occurred recently at Niagara Falls. A large army of geese, on their annual southern flight, settled down on the waters of the upper Niagara River. The leading ganders brought their followers to rest there, but several minutes later the strong current swept flock after flock to the crest of the Horseshoe Falls, where the mighty roar and swift water gave the geese an alarm of danger. Only by frantic flapping of wings were they able to rise up and save themselves from the strong current at this point.

But the strange part of this whole procedure was that the geese, instead of learning by a few experiences that the Niagara River was a hazardous place to settle down, repeated these exhausting maneuvers continuously. They would ride down the current to the Falls, then rise and fly back, circle around and alight on the river again, and with each rotation the flocks were diminished as weaker birds were swept over to death and injury on the lower river.

Finally game officials, fearing complete destruction of the birds, permitted hunters to shoot into the flocks, on the theory that the noise of guns would drive the geese to resume their flight southward. Whether or not this strategy effected the result is uncertain, but a few hours after daybreak, when wildly honking ganders took the lead, flock upon flock arose from the upper river to pursue their journey to warmer climes and quieter waters. Some hundreds of geese perished in their weakened condition by being carried over the falls, or from the shots of hunters.—Gospel Herald.

No Prescription, But—

There was once a man who went into a chemist's shop. He was a poor, untidy man, and he said, "If you please, mister, have you got anything for a bad cold?" The chemist, who was an eminently respectable chemist, said, "Have you brought your prescription with you?" The man answered, "No, I ain't got no prescription with me, but I've brought my cold with me." How often sinners seeking a cure for sin try to bring their "prescriptions" to God! But he asks for nothing save that the sinner should say: "Just as I am, without one plea, but that thy blood was shed for me."—Christian Herald.

When God Looks

There is no darkness intense enough to hide your sin from the eye of God. I went into a doctor's office to see the wonders of the X-ray machine. He made ready and handed me a strange lens and I looked upon the bones of my friend though covered with a veil of flesh. The tacks in the soles of his shoes seemed to hang in space; the bones of his foot were plainly seen; but when I turned my attention to the vertebrae I saw the ribs standing like grim specters, and when I reached the region of the heart I saw the dim outline of a living, moving organ which meant life and action. I trembled as I thought: Man has discovered a ray that reveals the vitals of a man in action; his heart is open for observation under that light. But the Lord God reads the sins of the heart. For the first time I understood the words "God looketh upon the heart"—Sunday School Times.

A Snow Story

It was winter-time, and the freshly fallen snow had clothed the whole face of the country in a beautiful white robe.

Crossing a field with her milk can in hand was a little girl. She was on her way to the farmhouse to buy some milk. About the middle of the field she stopped and took three looks.

She looked around: all was pure and white, the hedges, the trees, the ground, the houses, all were covered with snow.

She looked within; she thought of her sins, of how many wrong words she had spoken and of how many wrong things she had done; she felt she was black with sin and not at all like the snow around her.

She looked up; she turned to the Saviour of sinners, and from the field rose the cry, "Lord, wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."

Would the Lord hear that cry? Indeed He would! He answered it at once and gave that little girl to know that His precious Blood cleansed her from all sin, and that she was whiter than snow in His sight.—Selected.

Heart Trouble

I think of a New York lawyer who said several years ago that he would be a Christian if he could believe that Jesus Christ arose from the dead. He had a minister friend who said, "I will be glad to give you the evidence of this fact." His friend submitted it to him. He took it home. A week or ten days passed. He came back to his minister friend, and as he turned the manuscript over to him, this is what he said: "I believe now beyond all reasonable doubt from the historical evidence of credible witnesses that Jesus Christ rose from the dead." And he added, "But I am no more a Christian now than I was when I took the evidence from you ten days ago." Then, speaking in a lower tone, he said, "I have found out that the chief trouble is not with my head, but with my heart."—Gospel Herald.

"Tiger," the Bandit Leader

Pastor Gih of Bethel Mission, Shanghai, China, was evangelizing in bitter cold weather. He began preaching in a dead Christian church. He was told that he need not have come all the way from Shanghai to preach on sin, and as he was leaving the hall a giant of a man told him openly that he would beat him up if he preached on sin again. For three nights Pastor Gih preached on the same subject, to ever-increasing crowds. He was still threatened. The next night Miss Grace Hwang preached. She says: "I went to my knees and asked that the Holy Spirit would give me the message. All I could think of was 'sin.' " Many desperate men were in the crowded church. Suddenly a horrible cry of despair rang through the church, and the giant, known throughout the entire Provvince as "Tiger," the bandit leader, fell on his knees in the aisle, crying, "0 God, my sin! my sin !" Pastor Gih led him to Christ. He confessed sins of the most terrible character. The day following was intensely cold, but the converted bandit started at daylight to talk with his old father whom he had at various times attempted to kill. The father forgave him, and at the evening meeting the giant was back to give his testimony. He still corresponds with Pastor Gih, and is rejoicing in his new life.—Sunday School Times.

Building Our Prison

At one time many convicts were employed in building high walls around the prison grounds at Portland. Soldiers posted above them with loaded guns watched them at their work. Every brick laid rendered their escape more impossible, and yet they themselves were laying them. So each sin committed makes it harder to refrain from further sin, more difficult to turn back.—Sunday School Times.

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