Miracles Sermon Illustrations

Miracles Sermon Illustrations

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The Parables of the Lord Jesus Christ are spoken miracles: His miracles are acted Parables.

In the Healing of the nobleman's son in John 4. 46-54 notice—
it was 'the nobleman' who besought Jesus:
it was 'the man' who believed His word:
it was 'the father' who knew it was at the same
hour that Jesus spoke that the miracle of
healing took place.—C. Hewlett

(John 4. 47, 50, 53)

Miracle of Preservation

The streets of the Dutch city of Leyden were deserted, except for small groups of men, walking fearfully to the tower in the centre of the city. The leaves had been stripped from the trees and eaten by the residents. From the quaint little houses came the anguished cries of babies pleading for food.

Outside the city walls a Spanish army lay in formidable entrenchments while the Spaniards waited for the public officials of Leyden to announce surrender. But no surrender came. Leyden refused to bow to the Spanish king, who sought to stamp out the Protestant faith.

For days which ran into months, the starving Dutch held out. Conditions grew worse, until even dogs, cats and rodents had to be eaten. Surrounded on all sides of their rectangular city, the people of Leyden had only one masterful weapon—prayer.

One day in August, in the year 1574, carrier pigeons flew into besieged Leyden with a message from William of Orange, the Dutch leader. 'The dikes which hold back the ocean have been cut and soon the sea water will drown out your besiegers,' William wrote.

The destitute people of Leyden rejoiced, firing a cannon to acknowledge receipt of the message. In the Spanish camp there was some fear, but the inexperienced officers finally convinced themselves that this was only a futile gesture of the Dutch ruler. 'He thinks he can rule the ocean as he does his subjects,' they scoffed. After all, they said, the ocean was twenty-two miles from Leyden!

A vigilance from the city's highest tower began, and each day the news was discouraging. 'I cannot see the water coming,' one watcher after another reported. Only prayer kept hope alive in the hearts of the people of Leyden.

Finally, at the end of the fateful month, pigeons were sent back to William. 'Soon we shall perish,' a note read, 'surely we have been forgotten.' An answer came immediately. William of Orange wrote, 'Rather will we as a whole land perish and all our possess­ions perish in the waves than forsake thee, O Leyden.'

Again, there was rejoicing, but the more skeptical wanted action, not words. Then a few days later, they saw the Dutch ships sailing toward the city. The ocean cascading through the dikes, had furnished water on which the fleet could float. But, within five miles of Leyden, the water became too shallow. The fleet was stalled.

The Spaniards laughed derisively. 'How can William bring the sea to the walls of Leyden?' they jeered. 'Look, he is helpless, a fleet inland!'

Suddenly, from out of the north-west blew a wind which quickly developed into a gale blowing southwest. In its path the waters of the North Sea were lashed furiously into the land. The Dutch fleet was able to move again. Panicky and overwhelmed by this miracle of the dikes, the Spanish army fled.

At the wharves, the people caught bread and other food thrown by valiant sailors aboard the ships. The celebrations in the town lasted for many days.—The Young Soldier

(Ps. 106. 9-11; Heb. 11. 29)

Miracle of Provision

`Whatsoe'er He bids you, do it!'
Though you may not understand;
Yield to Him complete obedience,
Then you'll see His mighty hand.
`Fill the waterpots with water'—
Fill them to the very brim;
He will honor all your trusting—
Leave the miracle to Him.

Bring to Christ your loaves and fishes,
Though they be but few and small;
He will use the weaker vessels—
Give to Him your little all.
Do you ask how many thousands
Can be fed with food so slim?
Listen to the Master's blessing—
Leave the miracle to Him.

O ye Christians, learn the lesson!
Are you struggling all the way?
Cease your trying, change to trusting,
Then you'll triumph every day.
`Whatsoe'er He bids you, do it!'
Fill the pots up to the brim,
But remember 'tis His battle—
Leave the miracle to Him.—T. H. Allen

(John 2. 5-7; Mark 6. 37-44)

The Zulu chief would not believe it when his men told him they had come back from England in an iron ship. Who ever heard of iron floating in the water? If fifty years ago a minister standing in a pulpit had made the prediction that within half a century one of his successors would stand in the same pulpit and preach not only to the people gathered together in the church but at the same time to people in New Jersey, Delaware, New York, and even as far away as New Hampshire, Wisconsin, and California, that those people far off could even hear the congregation sing the hymns—if he had said that, had predicted such a thing, his people would have thought him a fit candidate for a madhouse. Yet that very thing, by means of the radio, many preachers are doing any Sunday night.

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