Worry Sermon Illustrations

Worry Sermon Illustrations

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The Everlasting Arms

One dark night a man slipped and rolled down a steep place. He stopped the descent by grasping a bush on the hillside, which left him dangling in the air. His attempt to climb up the hill was in vain. Below was darkness. He strained every muscle as he kept a tight grip on the bush. Finally, his strength was exhausted. In despair he let go and dropped—just six inches! Many of us worry and struggle with our nerves at high tension when all the time we only need to let go and drop into the "everlasting arms" just beneath us.—Courtesy Moody Monthly.

"Be Anxious About Nothing"

"Modern science has brought to light the fact that worry will kill, and determines, from recent discoveries, how worry kills. Scores of deaths, set down to other causes, are due to worry alone. Anxiety and care, the fretting and chafing of habitual worry, injure beyond repair certain cells of the brain, which being the nutritive center of the body, cause other organs to become gradually injured; and when some disease of these organs, or ailments arise, death finally ensues. Insidiously, worry creeps upon the brain in the form of a single, constant, never-lost idea; and as the dropping of water over a period of years will wear a groove in a stone, so worry, gradually, imperceptibly, but no less surely, destroys the brain cells that are, so to speak, the commanding officers of mental power, health, and motion.

Worry is an irritant, at certain points, producing little harm if it comes at intervals or irregularly. But against the iteration and reiteration of one idea of a disquieting sort the cells of the brain are not proof. It is as if the skull were laid bare, and the surface of the brain struck lightly with a hammer every few seconds, with mechanical precision, with never a sign of a let-up or the failure of a stroke. Just in this way does the annoying idea, the maddening thought that will not be done away with, strike or fall upon certain nerve cells, never ceasing, and week by week, diminishing the vitality of these delicate organisms, so minute that they can only be seen under the microscope."

Do not worry. Do not hurry. "Let your moderation be known to all men."—Arthur T. Pierson.

Worry! Why worry? what can worry do?
It never keeps a trouble from overtaking you.
It gives you indigestion and woeful hours at night,
And fills with gloom the passing days, however fair and bright.
It puts a frown upon your face and sharpness in your tone;
You're unfit to live with others and unfit to live alone.
Worry! Why worry? what can worry do?
It never keeps a trouble from overtaking you.
Pray! Why pray? What can praying do?
Praying really changes things, arranges life anew.
It's good for digestion, gives peaceful hours at night,
And fills the grayest, gloomiest days with rays of glowing light.
It puts a smile upon your face, and the love-note in your tone,
Makes you fit to live with others and fit to live alone.
Pray! Why pray? What can praying do?
It brings God's love and power from Heaven to, live and work with you.
Praise! Why praise? What does praising do?
Praise satisfies the heart of God and brings new joy to you,
Provides a tonic for the soul, and keeps you always bright
With memories of blessings sent, and joyful songs at night.
And when there's 'Thank you' on your face, and the praise-note's in your tone,
Folks all will want to live with you: you'll never be alone.
Praise! Why praise? What does praising do?
Praise always says that God is good: experience proves it true.

(Phil. 4. 6-7)

Worry. 'Worry,' we are told, is from an Anglo-Saxon word which means 'harm' and is another form of the word 'wolf'. It is something harmful and bites and tears as a wolf which mangles a sheep. There are times, no doubt, when we must feel anxious because of harm suffered or anticipated by ourselves or others, and this may be beneficial because it rouses to necessary activity; but often worry has the opposite effect, paralyses us and unfits us for duty, and also distracts our thoughts and obscures our vision.

An old story tells of an angel who met a man carrying a heavy sack and enquired what was in it. 'My worries,' said the man. 'Let me see them,' asked the angel. When the sack was opened, it was empty. The man was astonished and said he had two great worries. One was of yesterday which he now saw was past; the other of tomorrow which had not yet arrived. The angel told him he needed no sack, and the man gladly threw it away.—Workers Together

(Matt. 6. 25, 34; 1 Pet. 5. 7)

Said the Robin to the Sparrow,
'I should really like to know
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about and worry so.'
Said the Sparrow to the Robin,
'Friend, I think that it must be
That they have no Heavenly Father
Such as cares for you and me.'

The Born-again Human's Reply to the Sparrow

I believe I have a Heavenly Father,
I believe He knows just what I need;
I believe He's able to relieve me,
I believe He listens when I plead.

I am sure His Word can never fail me,
I am sure He means just what He says,
I am sure He'll carry out His promise,
I am sure He'll guide me all my days.

I can trust Him though I cannot trace Him,
I can trust Him even in the dark;
I can trust Him for He is my Pilot,
I can trust Him with my little barque.

I will wait until He sends the answer,
I will wait until He opes the door;
I will wait until He lifts the burden,
I will wait upon Him evermore.

I do praise Him, for He is my Saviour,
I do praise Him, for He is my Lord,
I do praise Him for His grace and favour,
I do praise Him for His holy Word.—E. C. Adams

(Matt. 6. 31-33)

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