Sympathy Sermon Illustrations

Sympathy Sermon Illustrations

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If We Knew—

If we knew but half the troubles
That our neighbor has to bear;
If we knew what caused those furrows
On his brow, and kept them there—
We should surely try to cheer him
In some kindly, helpful way,
And there'd be a lot more sunshine
In the lives of both, today.

If we realized all heartaches
That a friendly word or smile
Would alleviate and banish,
We should "go the second mile"
To be of helpful service
To our fellow men, each day,
And life's path would seem much brighter
To the folks who pass our way.

If we knew whose feet were standing
Close beside the narrow stream;
If we knew whose eyes would close soon
In the sleep that has no dream;
Then perhaps we'd be more tender,
Lighter judge, more kindly speak—
Oh, why not act as though we knew it—
For life's cords so quickly break!—Chester E. Shuler.

Someone Near

The late S. D. Gordon wrote of a devout Christian mother who was always teaching her daughter lessons of faith and trust, especially telling her that she need never be afraid at any time because God was always near. One summer evening she tucked her little girl in bed after her prayers, put out the light, and went downstairs. Then an electrical storm came rolling out of the west with vivid flashes of lightning and a reverberating roar of thunder. Suddenly there was a simultaneous blinding flash and a deafening crash, and when the echoes died away, mother heard the little girl calling desperately, "Mama! Mama! Come and get me." The mother found her little girl in tears and trembling. After she had soothed her somewhat, she thought it might be an opportune time to teach a spiritual lesson, and said, "My little girl, has mother not taught you many times that you need never be afraid, that God is always near, and nothing can harm you?" The little one put her arms around her mother's neck and said, "Yes, mama. I know that God is always near, but when the lightning and the thunder are so awful I want someone near me what's got skin on 'em."—Courtesy Moody Monthly.

"That's Me"

Sitting down in the orphanage grounds upon one of the seats, I was talking with one of our brother trustees, when a little fellow, we should think about eight years of age, left the other boys who were playing around us, and came deliberately up to us.

He opened fire upon us thus, "Please, Mr. Spurgeon, I want to come and sit down on that seat between you two gentlemen."

"Come along, Bob, and tell us what you want."

"Please, Mr. Spurgeon, suppose there was a little boy who had no father, who lived in an orphanage with a lot of other little boys who had no fathers, and suppose those little boys had mothers and aunts who corned once a month, and brought them apples and oranges, and gave them pennies, and suppose this little boy had no mother and no aunts and so nobody ever came to bring him nice things, don't you think somebody ought to give him a penny? 'Cause, Mr. Spurgeon, that's me."

Somebody felt something wet in his eye, and Bob got a sixpence, and went off in a great state of delight. Poor little soul, he had seized the opportunity to pour out a bitterness which had rankled in his little heart, and had made him miserable when the monthly visiting day came round, and, as he said, "Nobody ever came to bring him nice things."—Gospel Herald.

If We Only Understood

Ah! we judge each other harshly,
Knowing not life's hidden force;
Knowing not the fount of action
Is less turbid at its source;
Seeing not amid the evil
All the golden grains of good;
And we'd love each other better,
If we only understood.

Could we but draw back the curtains
That surround each other's lives,
See the naked heart and spirit,
Know what spur the action gives,
Often we should find it better,
Purer than we judge we should,
We should love each other better
If we only understood.

Could we judge all deeds by motives,
See the good and bad within,
Often we should love the sinner
All the while we loathe the sin;
Could we know the powers working
To o'erthrow integrity,
We should judge each other's errors
With more patient charity.—Selected.


Understood by Christ the Saviour
Understood when trials come;
Understood if we should waver,
Understood when vict'ry's won.

Understood when we are weary;
Understood when we are sad;
Understood when we are fearful;
Understood when we are bad.

Understood by our big Brother;
Understood e'en though we fail;
Understood in all our weakness;
Understood though others rail.

Understood by Christ our Saviour;
Understood! 'tis all we need;
Understood by Him who loves us—
Understood by Christ indeed.—E. M. Svacha.

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