Joy Sermon Illustrations

Joy Sermon Illustrations

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Gift of Laughter

After a hard day's work in serious discussions, Theodore Cuyler and Charles H. Spurgeon went out into the country together for a holiday. They roamed the fields in high spirits like boys let loose from school, chatting and laughing and free from care. Dr. Cuyler had just told a story at which Pastor Spurgeon laughed uproariously. Then suddenly he turned to Dr. Cuyler and exclaimed:

"Theodore, let's kneel down and thank God for laughter!"

And there, on the green carpet of grass, under the trees, two of the world's greatest men knelt and thanked the dear Lord for the bright and joyous; gift of laughter.

There is no antagonism between prayer and laughter. One is conclusive of spiritual health, the other of physical health.—S. S. World.

Comfort in a Cloud

Dr. Robert Collyer, of Yorkshire, Eng., who came to America as a blacksmith, and settled in a little town in Pennsylvania, was always looking on the bright side of life. "A dear, good old lady taught me to look for the silver lining." said the doctor. "How did she teach you?" I asked. "By example," said the doctor, benignly. "She was a very poor woman, and overwhelmed with troubles. Still she was always cheerful. One day I said: 'Mary, you must have some very dark days; they must overcome you with clouds sometimes. 'Yes,' she replied, `but then I often find there's comfort in a cloud.' `Comfort in a cloud Mary?' `Yes,' she said, `when I am very low, I go to the window; and if I see a heavy cloud I think, "A cloud received Him out of their sight," and I look up and see the cloud sure enough, and then I think—Well, that may be the cloud that hides Him; and so you see, there's comfort in a cloud.'"—Robert Collyer.

The Miracle in Martyrdom

A Christian in Central Russia wrote the following: "After our commune was closed, I spent some time in the place where God's servants have to stay... (that is, in prison). And yet, I assure you, that during that time in my heart it was as though I were living in the Garden of Eden. . . . Scarcely a single night passed when I did not rise from my bed and thank God. And what was that which moved me to praise Him? Why, the consciousness of His wonderful presence... The only thing for me to do is to get upon my knees, and praise God for His faithful and unfailing presence with us."Sunday School Times.

Joy from God

When Haydn was once asked how it was that his church music was always so cheerful, the great composer made a most appropriate and beautiful reply. "I cannot," said he, "make it otherwise; I write according to the thoughts I feel. When I think upon God my heart is so full of joy that the notes dance and leap, as it were, from my pen; and since God has given me a cheerful heart, it will be pardoned me that I serve Him with a cheerful spirit." There is one thing which Christ's followers can do, and that is to keep themselves in the delightful atmosphere of His love. It is our fault and our shame if we spend so many days in the chilling fogs or under the heavy clouds of unbelief, or in the contaminating atmosphere of con­formity to the world. "Is it always foggy here on the banks of Newfoundland?" inquired a passenger of an old sea captain. "How should I know, madam? I don't live here."Gospel Herald.

Alexander's Lesson from Moody

Charles Alexander, when a student at Moody Bible Institute, got to wondering whether it was right for an earnest Christian to be so gay. He tells of the way in which Moody, gathering students around him for a confidential talk, noticed that many of us were wearing long faces. "I am quite sure I was one of them, for I had been studying that sentence in the New Testament where it says that every idle word shall be accounted for. I had usually been of a lively disposition, trying to cheer the fellow who was downhearted, but when I began to study that verse I thought I was wrong. I had been trying to get my face so that no smile would ever come upon it. In one of these sane morning talks, Mr. Moody spoke about that verse. Looking up with such a bright, happy look, he said, `Young men, do not think that the teaching of this verse means that you shall go around with a long face, and never have a happy word for anyone. A cheerful word is not an idle one."' From that time onward, Alexander enjoyed the perfect freedom which makes for unrestrained delight of service.—Charles M. Alexander, a Romance of Song and Soul-Winning."


If we could bury our dead woes we would be a lot happier. How prone we are to remember the things which are of no value and which make us sad. I wish I could always remember that if one thing goes wrong, another might go right. If we would sing to a hopeful tune it would help us and those whom we contact. One of old said, "Smile and the world smiles with you."

Happiness does not depend on the riches of the world. Happiness depends on planting a live seed of kindness in the heart of someone else and causing this seed to grow by repeating kind deeds. Happiness is just about another name for doing for others and then watching the glory vines of joy grow about their faces.

What pleasure would it be to throw pepper into the face of a person? Would it not afford more pleasure to hand them a sweet-smelling perfume? It is up to the individual to choose his way, and he should choose the way to make him happy and bring lasting joy.

The person who is happy is the person who manifests a Christian attitude. Such a person would look for the good points of his neighbor and use his tongue to speak words of praise. This person need not tell his neighbors that he has religion, as his neighbors will find that out. A small boy played a harp in my presence for a long time and then turned to me and said, "I have a harp." He had already told me so by playing it. So it is if we are the right kind of Christians: We will tell others by sounding the harp of praise.Messenger of Peace.

Joy Midst Suffering

A western captain as he lay on the battlefield of Shiloh, suffered greatly from a fatal gunshot through both thighs, and from thirst. He said, "The stars shone out clear and beautiful above the dark field; and I began to think of that great God who had given His Son to die a death of agony for me; and that He was up there — up above the scene of suffering above those glorious stars; and I felt that I was going home to meet Him and praise Him there; and I felt that I ought to praise God, even wounded and on the battlefield. I could not help singing that beautiful hymn: `When I can read my title clear, to mansions in the skies.' And there was a Christian brother in the brush near me. I could not see him, but I could hear him. He took up the strain; and beyond him another and another caught it up, all over the battlefield of Shiloh. That night the echo was resounding; and we made the field of battle ring with the hymns of praise to God."Anon.

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