Romans Sermon Illustrations

Romans Sermon Illustrations

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Trials Turned to Triumphs

There is a mission in Japan which has a meeting place built by the stones that were thrown at the Christians in years gone by. A mob rushed upon the company and stoned them away; and when the time of peace came the Christians picked up the stones, and worked them into the building. "All things work together for good" (Rom. 8:28).—Glad Tidings.

Our Plimsoll Line

God knows our frame, and does not place upon us more than we can bear. It is due to the efforts of Samuel Plimsoll (1824-1888), British reformer, that the Merchant Shipping Act of 1876 was passed, requiring all ships to bear a mark known as the Plimsoll line and indicating the maximum load line. By this act the Board of Trade of England was empowered to detain any vessel deemed unsafe, and the amount of cargo was restricted, thus making the long and perilous ocean voyages of those days much safer. The Plimsoll mark, with its gradations and figures, may be seen on the bow of ships near the water line as they lie at anchor. In God's sight, each of us has a similar mark. The burdens and responsibilities He gives us may seem unbearable, but He knows our limit; His everlasting arms are underneath, and by His grace we can bear them without sinking.—Sunday School Times.

"I Know Him"

In China a faithful little Chinese woman was afflicted with a malady which caused almost unbearable pain. After some weeks of the most intense suffering she finally recovered, but after a few months the same malady again fastened itself upon her. She almost felt that she could not enter the days and weeks ahead, knowing what they held of pain and suffering.

One Sunday afternoon a group of us went to call on her and before leaving we sang several Gospel songs and had prayer. When we opened our eyes she looked up at us and with tears streaming down her cheeks and in the midst of the most acute pain, said, "I don't know why, but I know Him." She knew that the hand which permitted it was a hand of love, therefore she gladly accepted anything which that hand should allow.Gospel Herald.


It is well when we can say with the Psalmist: "In pressure thou hast enlarged me" (Ps. 4:1, J. N. D. Trans.). Naturally pressure would diminish one, but God can use it to enlarge His saints. The way we are exalted and enlarged is not in our circumstances here, but in the knowledge of Christ.—Selected.

"The Weaver"

Some years ago when I was a pastor in Minneapolis, Minnesota, I had in my congregation a woman who spent the last ten years of her life upon a sick­bed. She scarcely knew a day without pain, and yet she gave herself to the giving of thanks to God for the very testing through which she was passing. After her triumphant death, her husband found the following poem in her Bible. The title is "The Weaver."

"My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me:
I cannot choose the colors;
He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper,
And I, the underside.

'`Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
And the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

"He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him."

The Master Weaver

Are the threads of your life all tangled?
Have the plans that you dreamed gone astray
Do the bright tones clash with each other,
And the dark ones cloud most of the way?

Remember the Master Weaver
Can straighten the tangled strands,
And weave anew the pattern
If you place the threads in His hands.

The dark days and the bright ones
Will be woven with infinite skill,
For both joy and sorrow are needed
His perfect plan to fulfill.

Some day you will see the upper side,
In its matchless symmetry,
His plan, with the threads all blended
In an exquisite harmony.—Lillian M. Weeks, in Sunday School Times.

We read the story of a young woman, a sincere and beautiful woman, who had consecrated herself to the work of Christian missions and was to go out to India. But before she went, an accident disabled her mother, and the journey had to be postponed. For three years she ministered to her mother, until the mother died, leaving as her last request that before going to India, the daughter should go and visit her sick sister in the far West. She went, intending to sail for India immediately on her return. But she found the sister dying of a lingering illness and without proper attention. Once more she waited until the end came. Again her face was turned eastward when the sister's husband suddenly died, and five orphan children, all of them young, had no soul on earth to care for them but herself. "No more projects for going to the heathen," she wrote to a friend; "this lonely household is my mission." She was greatly disappointed, but cheerfully submitted to the will of God, and set herself, with loving devotion, to a mother's task. Fifteen years she devoted to them. In her forty-fifth year, God showed her the key to the mystery of her unanswered prayers, and revealed to her why He had held her back from India, as she laid her hand, in blessing, on the heads of three of these young people whom she had mothered, ere they sailed as missionaries to the land whither, twenty years before, she had consecrated her life to go. Her broken plan had been replaced by a larger and a better one. She could not go, but three went in her stead: a three hundred per cent interest for twenty years.—Louis Albert Banks.

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