Visions Sermon Illustrations

Visions Sermon Illustrations

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The glories of the sunrise sky
That greet the dawn of day
We all may see but must rise up:
Yes, it is MUST, not MAY.

Yet even then a little thing,
If held too near the eye,
Can hide the vast expanse o'erhead:
Yes, even hide the sky.

So help me, Lord, to vision clear
Throughout the coming day,
To see, and know that Thou art near
To guide me in Thy way.—F. H. Oakley

(Acts 26. 19; Eph. 1. 18, 19)


Among his stories of the great Revival in Scotland, Woodrow tells of a devout minister, who, once a year, visited a distant parish. On the road he was accustomed to alight from his grey

pony at a little wayside inn nestling in a lonely hollow out among the heather-covered hills. When he drew rein for the first time at this cosy little hostelry, the daughter of the house tripped out and took charge of his beast. He at once became interested in her. She was a typical Scots lassie, with rosy cheeks and laughing eyes, who did everything in her power to make his visit restful and pleasant. Eager to make the most of the opportunity, he engaged the girl in conversation and soon came to grips on the matter of her soul's salvation.

Unable to lead her to a definite decision, he extracted a promise that, until they met again, she would daily offer a prayer, 'Lord, shew me myself!' On his return a year later, the sparkle and gaiety had vanished, the brightness had left her eyes, and she could talk of nothing but her wickedness and waywardness, her faithlessness and her need. He again tried to persuade her to trust the Saviour, but she could not believe such love could be intended for her.

She promised again to offer another daily prayer he taught her, 'O Lord, shew me Thyself.'

On his return the next year he saw in her face settled peace and overflowing gratitude. The first prayer brought her to herself: the second gave her a vision of her Saviour and led her to Him.

(Isa. 6. 1-7)

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