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In {Gold By Moonlight} Amy Carmichael wrote: "It is not the
sense of His presence, it is the fact of His presence that is our
strength and stay."
- Charles Stanley, {In Touch Magizine}
God in Christian preaching represents the sovereign Creator and Judge who fills the universe and upholds all things (Genesis 1; Hebrews 1:3). Illustrations often contrast His holiness and wrath against sin with His abiding presence and faithfulness to believers, using images from nature, warfare, and everyday life to reveal His character and nearness (John 14:9).
In {Gold By Moonlight} Amy Carmichael wrote: "It is not the
sense of His presence, it is the fact of His presence that is our
strength and stay."
- Charles Stanley, {In Touch Magizine}
What if,
God couldn't take the time to bless us today,
because we couldn't take the time to thank Him yesterday?
What if,
God decided to stop leading us tomorrow,
because we didn't follow Him today?
What if,
we never saw another flower bloom,
because we grumbled when God sent the rain?
What if,
God didn't walk with us today,
because we failed to recognize it as His day?
What if,
God took away the Bible tomorrow,
because we would not read it today?
What if,
God took away His message,
because we failed to listen to the messenger?
What if,
God didn't send His only begotten Son,
because He wanted us to be prepared to pay the price for sin.
What if,
the door of the church was closed because,
we did not open the door of our heart?
What if,
God stopped loving and caring for us,
because we failed to love and care for others?
What if,
God would not hear us today,
because we would not listen to Him yesterday?
What if,
God answered our prayers,
the way we answer His call to service?
What if,
God met our needs,
the way we give Him our lives???
What if,
We failed to send this message on???
--unknown
1. It blesses the heart by making it receptive to God's will.
2. It blesses the life by lifting it to a higher plane of grace.
3. It blesses the hands by making them willing to do God's work.
4. It blesses the mind by giving it the satisfaction of doing the right thing.
5. It blesses the nine-tenths that remains because God has been honored.
6. It blesses the individual by giving him a part in God's worldwide program of work.
7. It blesses the church by enabling it to carry out a greater ministry.
An ill-prepared college student taking an economics exam just before Christmas vacation wrote on his paper. “Only God knows the answers to these questions. Merry Christmas!”
The professor graded the papers and wrote this note: “God gets 100, you get 0. Happy New Year!”
Gladys Talbot tells the story of three little trees who wanted to be something in life. The first tree wanted to be a pretty cradle when it grew up. One day some people came to the forest and cut the tree down. The tree was hewn into rough pieces and carelessly put together to form a manger in a stable in Bethlehem. The little tree was disappointed because it was shoved into a dark cave with no one to see it but some cattle. One day however, God laid there His own Babe -- the Son of God. the manger quivered with delight. "Oh, this is wonderful! In all my dreams I never thought to hold a Baby like this. This is better than all my planning. Why, I am part of a miracle!"
Years passed by, and men came to the forest to cut down the second tree. This tree aspired to be a great ship when it grew up. But the little tree did not do great things. It was not made into a great vessel, but instead it became a tiny fishing boat, owned by a simple Galilean fisherman named Peter. The little boat was most unhappy. One day it stood by the shores of the Sea of Galilee dejected and disappointed. A crowd had gathered by the shore and because of the multitude, a Man, called Jesus, stepped into the little boat and taught the people from it. "This is wonderful!" it whispered. "In all my dreams and planning I never thought I would be used as part of a miracle."
After some months, men came to the forest to cut down the third tree. This tree just wanted to remain on the hillside and point to God. But men did not leave the little tree alone. They tore away its branches; they cut into its bark, and deeper, into its very heart. They hewed it apart and put it together again, in the form of a crude cross. The little tree quivered through all its being.
"This is terrible!" it whispered. "They are going to hang someone. Oh, I never wanted this to happen to me -- I only wanted to point to God! This is awful!"
One day, outside of Jerusalem, a great crowd gathered. In the midst of the crowd was Jesus and beside Him was the cross. After nailing Him to the cross, the little tree heard words of forgiveness and peace that were offered to the whole world. Then Christ completed His work of redemption and "gave up the ghost."
And the cross began to understand! "This is wonderful!" it whispered. "In all my dreams I never thought to point to God in this way. I am part of a miracle. This is better than all my planning."
-- Talbot, G.M., Stories I Love to Tell, (Chicago: Moody Press).
John R. W. Stott once admitted the truth that many of us have felt but failed to confess: "The thing I know will give me the deepest joy -- namely, to be alone and unhurried in the presence of God, aware of His presence, my heart open to worship Him -- is often the thing I least want to do."
When I was six years old my parents took me to Lake Michigan for our
annual family picnic and swim. I had just received a brand new
plastic hot dog to inflate and ride on in the water. Since I couldn't
swim yet, my dad said, "Don't take that hot dog into the deep water!"
Well, undaunted, I walked to the end of the dock, peered over the
edge into the deepest water a six year old had ever encountered. I
decided to put the hotdog into the water and replicate the famous
running rear mount that I had seen my hero, the Lone Ranger, do so
often on Silver. I backed up, ran the length of the dock, leaped into
the air, began my descent, and ... missed! Splash, right NEXT to the
hot dog.
I remember sinking and floundering about. I hit the surface and
yelled, "HELP!" I went down a second time. I surfaced. Again I
yelled, "HELP!" Going down for the third time I remembered the saying
that goes three times down then out, so I knew I was a goner. My
whole life flashed before my eyes. (It didn't take long; I was only
6!) Just before I blacked out I felt something grab me.
When I came to on the dock, I was laying on my back looking into the
eyes of my father. At that moment I knew I was alive! He spoke, "Why
did you disobey me?" Then I knew that I was dead! After some loving
discipline we all agreed that swimming lessons at the "Y" were in
order.
This incident perfectly illustrates salvation as described in
\reference{Colossians 1:13}{Colossians 1:13}, "He has delivered us
from the power of darkness and translated us into the kingdom of the
Son of his love."
I could not save myself. I was helpless and hopeless. Only someone
stronger than me who had mastered the water could rescue me. The word
"DELIVERED" means "to rescue from great danger." "TRANSLATED" means to
transfer from one place to another." My dad delivered me from the
danger of the waves and transferred me to saftey on the dock.
What was my part in the that affair? Only that I was in trouble
because I had sinned! AND that I realized the only reasonable course
of action was to cry "HELP!" Had I called out "I GO TO SUNDAY SCHOOL"
or "I READ MY BIBLE," no one would had come to my aid, and I would
have died in my sin.
Sinners today need to stop trying to impress God. Instead they must
cry out as men did in Bible times, "I have sinned"! And God promises
that "whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved!"
Charles Spurgeon once went down to visit a friend in the
country. His friend had built a new barn, and above it he had
placed a weather-vane bearing the text, "God is Love." "Do you
mean, asked Spurgeon, "that God's love is as changeable as the
wind?" "No," said his friend, "I mean that God is love, whichever
way the wind blows!"
1500 Illustrations for Preaching and Teaching
compiled by Robert Backhouse
The day will come when, after harnessing space, the winds, the
tides and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love.
And on that day, for the second time in history of the world, we shall
have discovered fire.
- Trelhard de Chardin
From the Westminster Teacher I gleaned this story of an artist's
daughter who lost her eyesight when she was a baby. After her mother
died, the girl's father became her constant and affectionate
companion. For years her blindness was considered incurable. Then a
new type of surgery promised to restore her vision. Following the
operation, as she lay in a darkened room with bandaged eyes, this one
thought occupied her mind: Soon I shall see my dear father!
When the days of waiting had passed, the dressings were removed,
and at last she looked into the compassionate face she had so long
desired to see. Trembling with excitement, she closed her eyes, and
then opened them again to convince herself she was not dreaming. As
the one she loved took her into his arms, she exclaimed, "I've had
such a good-looking father all these years and didn't even know it!"
See: \reference{1 Cor 13:9-12}{1 Corinthians 13:9-12}
Comment: I have often thought of what my impression will be when I
first see Jesus. I think it will be, "Jesus really does love me!"
I
believe it now, because God's Word says so and He went to the cross
for me. But when I see Him, then I will really know. Glory, what a
Savior!!!
Tom Waters
Nansen, the Norwegian explorer, tried to measure an extremely
deep part of the Arctic Ocean. The first day, he used his longest
measuring line but couldn't reach bottom. He wrote in his log book,
"The ocean is deeper than that!" The next day, he added more line but
still could not measure the depth, and so again in his record book he
wrote, "Deeper than that!" After several days of adding more and more
pieces of rope and cord to his line, he had to leave that part of the
ocean without learning its actual depth. All he knew was that it was
beyond his ability to measure. So too, we cannot plumb the depths of
God's love, because our human measuring line is too short.
A young girl once ran away from home to get married. Her
father was very angry and said that he would never forgive her.
She was sorry to have grieved her father and wrote him long
letters begging for his forgiveness; however he took no notice.
By and by, the daughter had a little son. When the boy was old
enough to run about alone, she said to herself, "I will write no
more letters to my father, but I will send my little son. He
shall be a living letter. My father will know what I want to
say to him when he sees his little grandson. He will know that
I still love him and want his forgiveness." So she took the
little boy to his grandfather's house and sent him in alone to
speak to her father. She bade him to put his arms around his
grandfather's neck and kiss him. When the little fellow did
this, the old man's heart melted. He sent at once for the
mother and forgave her.
One day C. H. Spurgeon was walking through the English countryside
with a friend. As they strolled along, the
evangelist noticed a barn with a weather vane on its roof. At
the top of the vane were these words: GOD IS LOVE. Spurgeon
remarked to his companion that he thought this was a rather
inappropriate place for such a message. "Weather vanes are
changeable," he said, "but God's love is constant." "I don't
agree with you about those words, Charles," replied his friend.
"You misunderstood the meaning. That sign is indicating a
truth: Regardless of which way the wind blows, God is love."
Years ago a naval officer and his wife were at sea during a
raging storm. Seeing the frantic look in her eyes, the
experienced seaman tried unsuccessfully to subdue her fears.
When she grabbed his arm and cried, "How can you be so calm in
such a storm?" he drew his sword and said, "Are you afraid?"
Without hesitation she answered, "Of course not!" "Why not?" he
inquired. "Because I know that the sword is in the hand of my
husband, and he loves me too much to hurt me." The man replied,
"Remember, I too know whom I have believed, and He is the One
who holds the winds in His fist and the waters in the hollow of
His hand!"
A minister one day sat in the vestry of his church to meet
anyone who might have spiritual difficulties. Only one came.
"What is your difficulty?" asked the minister. The man
answered, "My difficulty is the ninth chapter of Romans, where
it says, 'Jacob have I loved, but Esau have I hated,'" "Yes,"
said the minister, "there is great difficulty in that verse; but
which part of the verse is difficult for you?" The latter part,
of course," said the man. "I cannot understand why God should
hate Esau." The minister replied, "That verse has often been
difficult, but my difficulty has always been with the first part
of the verse. I never could understand how God could love that
wily, deceitful, supplanting scoundrel Jacob."
Why do you go to church? To meet your friends, to hear the
preacher, to fulfill an obligation? These reasons are not wrong, but
they do not represent our highest motivation. Our primary reason must
be to worship Christ. Francois Fenelon was the court preacher for
King Louis XIV of France in the 17th century. One Sunday when the
king and his attendants arrived at the chapel for the regular service,
no one else was there but the preacher. King Louis demanded, "What
does this mean?" Fenelon replied, "I had published that you would not
come to church today, in order that Your Majesty might see who serves
God in truth and who flatters the King."
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden to us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come on home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg. The parents in this story are not unlike many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. (See \reference{Luke 15:11-32}{Luke 15:11-32}) Thankfully, there's One who won't treat us that way. He loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into His forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
Karen Zautyk of the {New York Daily News }("Remember, It Is
Love," Dec. 25, 1988) relates that in Edinburgh, Scotland, there is a
Museum of Childhood. The museum overflows with childhood memories and
treasures: teddy bears, tire trucks, model trains and planes, books
and games, and dolls of all descriptions.
In that museum there is one doll that sits alone behind isolating
glass panes. It's an old, raggedy doll that has been literally hugged
to shreds. But this doll began its existence raggedy; its creator
made it of old socks, pins, buttons, and miscellaneous parts.
Zautyk writes, "That this doll was loved, there is no doubt. Nor
that it was born of love. For all its shabbiness - and it was shabby
the day it was made - it had, and has, a value untold. (A sign on it
says) 'A doll belonging to a London slum child. circa 1905.' . . .
The doll is unnamed. The child is unnamed."
She continues, "Some might call it ugly. That would be wrong, very
wrong . . . It is possible the slum child made it for herself . . .
perhaps it was a gift created by a mother or father who was poor in
possessions . . . all they could give was love beyond measure. Love
beyond themselves."
We might think of the doll as ugly, but to the owner it was an
object of beauty.
We are like that doll - made ugly by sin, but God has made us
beautiful by His love.
- "Joy to the World" {Preaching, }November-December, 1994 p.
66-67
A young lady once laid down a book she'd just finished, with the
remark that it was the dullest story she had ever read.
In the course of time she became engaged to a young man, and one
night she said to him, "I have a book in my library whose author's
name, and even initials, are precisely the same as yours. Isn't that
a singular coincidence?"
"I do not think so," he replied.
"Why not?" she asked.
"For the simple reason that I wrote the book," he answered.
That night, the young lady sat up until two o'clock reading the
book again. And this time it seemed the most interesting story she'd
ever read. the once-dull book was now fairly fascinating, because she
knew and loved the author.
So, a child of God finds the Bible interesting because he knows and
loves the Author! It is his Father's message, addressed to him.
- Sparks, "Illustrations," {Pulpit Helps, }(March 1997) p. 8
I think that Paul must have looked into a child's little face just
before he wrote the inspired words: "What can separate us from the
love of Christ?" I can read that same query in the little eyes of
today - no different after twenty centuries:
"Shall tribulation" (tummy aches)? "Or distress" (runny noses)?
"Or persecution" (impatient parents)? "Or famine" (bottles too soon
empty)? "Or nakedness" (bare feet on burning sidewalks)? "Or
peril" (sixty miles an hour without seat belts)? "Or sword" (open
pins or nurses' needles)?
Then I read further in those beautiful eyes: "No, no, no! Nothing
shall separate us from the love of our God - unless it is you out
there!"
- Dr. Richard E. Eby, {Tell Them I'm Coming }(Old Tappen, NJ:
Fleming H. Revell Co., 1980) 102
One day a pastor visited a farmer who was a member of his congregation. As the pastor climbed out of his car he noticed a windmill on the barn which carried an in scription. Squinting his eyes, the pastor could just make out the words: GOD IS FAITHFUL. "Do you mean," asked the pastor, "that God's faithfulness depends on the direction the wind is blowing?" "No!" said the farmer. "The words mean that, regardless of which way the wind blows, God is faithful."
British preacher Charles Spurgeon once vacationed at an isolated
spot in England because he had been told that many nightingales lived
there. To his great disappointment, however, it started to rain just
as he arrived at the hotel. The weather turned unseasonably cold and
Spurgeon feared that the primary purpose of his trip had been spoiled.
But as he sat by his open window, he suddenly heard a delightful
melody--a nightingale perched on a branch outside. The only light was
a dim lamp burning at the entrance to the hotel. The nightingale,
oblivious to the rain and cold, was exulting in that tiny bit of
light. Spurgeon wrote of his experience, "I do not expect to listen
to anything so sweet and thrilling again until I hear the angels sing
in glory. The God of that nightingale is the same loving Savior I
serve. In spite of darkness, storm, or thorns, He always provides
some ray of light and gives a song in the night."
What if,
God couldn't take the time to bless us today,
because we couldn't take the time to thank Him yesterday?
What if,
God decided to stop leading us tomorrow,
because we didn't follow Him today?
What if,
we never saw another flower bloom,
because we grumbled when God sent the rain?
What if,
God didn't walk with us today,
because we failed to recognize it as His day?
What if,
God took away the Bible tomorrow,
because we would not read it today?
What if,
God took away His message,
because we failed to listen to the messenger?
What if,
God didn't send His only begotten Son,
because He wanted us to be prepared to pay the price for sin.
What if,
the door of the church was closed because,
we did not open the door of our heart?
What if,
God stopped loving and caring for us,
because we failed to love and care for others?
What if,
God would not hear us today,
because we would not listen to Him yesterday?
What if,
God answered our prayers,
the way we answer His call to service?
What if,
God met our needs,
the way we give Him our lives???
What if,
We failed to send this message on???
--unknown
"Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never
will."
- William Cowper
- _Instant Quotation Dictionary_, p. 65.
There are three things that all of us have to do:
1.) You have to be born, you cannot be unborn
2.) You have to die, (unless Jesus comes soon)
3.) And you have to stand before God and be Judged.
- Billy Graham
This reminds me of what I read about a world-famous tower. When it was built for an international exposition in the last century, the structure was called monstrous by the citizens of the city it was built in. They demanded that it be torn down as soon as the exposition was over. Yet, from the moment its architect first conceived it, he took pride in it and loyally defended it from those who wished to destroy it. He knew it was destined for greatness. Today it is one of the architectural wonders of the modern world and stands as the primary landmark of the city. We know it as the Eiffel Tower in Paris. In the same way, there are times the church undervalues the work of some; other times she makes the opposite error and over-highly esteems the work of some. In any case, the Day of the Lord will reveal the real quality of each man's work. \reference{1 Corinthians 3:10-15}{1 Corinthians 3:10-15}
Fifty-four-year-old Elisworth Donald Griffith told a Des Moines,
Iowa judge that he was too old to go to prison, and asked instead for
a public stoning for his convition for terrorizing his former
employer. His one condition was that only those without sin be
allowed to cast stones. The judge sentenced him to five years in
prison.
- {World Almanac} (New York: Scripps Howard Co, 1987) 925
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