Children Sermon Illustrations

Children Sermon Illustrations

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Can You Trust Him with the Children?

A man was asked if his wife was well. He replied, "Pretty well, if only it was not for worrying about the children .. . Oh, yes, she's a Christian! She ain't afraid but what the Lord will take care of her — but seems like she ain't got faith to believe He's to be trusted with the children."—Sunday School Times.

Never Too Busy for a Child

St. Francis of Assisi was once very much occupied with some important work, and he gave orders to his attendants that he must on no account be disturbed. If anyone came desiring to see him, that one must be sent away. But after giving these strict orders, he paused and said, "But if a child should come—." That is what our Father in Heaven says. Perhaps, so busy in His universe is He, when men come as philosophers or theologians and knock at the door, they are not admitted, but if a child should come — which means, if any come in the child spirit of loving trust — the door is opened instantly. If a child should come — the Father is never too busy.—Sunday at Home.

The Point

It is a well-known fact that children are only too quick to see the application of what is being told them. Some years ago a well-known Scottish preacher was addressing a large gathering of boys in Glasgow, and after telling them an interesting story, he said, "Now boys the moral of this is," when a young ragamuffin cried out, "Never mind the moral, sir, gi-e us another story!"—W. H. Griffith Thomas.

"Two-and-a-Half Conversions"

D. L. Moody is said to have once returned from a meeting with a report of "two-and-a-half conversions."
"Two adults and a child, I suppose?" queried his host.

"No, two children and an adult," said Mr. Moody. "The children gave their whole lives. The adult had only half of his left to give."—Selected.

A lesson from the Chinese: There are about 3,000 Chinese boys and girls in a certain area of New York city. During the past eight years there have been among them only two cases of Juvenile delinquency. A recent legislature and court investigation has discovered that Chinese percentage of delinquency is the lowest of any racial or sectional group, the ratio being almost negligible. Chinese teachers were questioned by the investigators concerning the reason for this remarkable showing. What they learned should be broadcast throughout America. It was a precept of Confucius: "The misconduct of the child is the fault of the parent."—Selected.

The Soul of a Child

The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the Garden of God.
Its climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
To the sky from the clay and the clod.

"To beauty and sweetness it grows under care,
Neglected, 'tis ragged and wild.
'Tis a plant that is tender but wondrously rare,
The sweet, wistful soul of a child.

"Be tender, 0 gardner, and give it its share
Of moisture, of warmth and of light,
And let it not lack for thy painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.

"A glad day will come when its bloom shall unfold,
It will seem that an angel has smiled.
Reflecting its beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive heart of a child."Selected.

A Child's Mission

In another land lived a skilled engineer, able to command a fine salary, but morally a waster. Christians tried to help him but failed miserably. He went down and out in his own profession and became a street car conductor. One day a woman and her little girl got on the car. While he was taking the fare the little child looked up into his face and innocently asked, "Do you love Jesus?" Two weeks later the man found out where they lived and went to see the child. With a heavy heart the mother told the street car conductor that the child had passed away a few days after she spoke to him. The man replied most sympathetically to the mother saying that the child's mission was done, for she had led him into the kingdom. Courtesy Moody Monthly.

His Father's Hindrance Also

A little boy, whose father was a newspaper printer, was preparing his Sunday school lesson, and came across these words, "He sought to see Jesus ... and could not for the press." "Oh, Dad," said the little lad, "is that why you can't love Jesus, —because you are in the press?" The child's words impressed the father, and, like Zacchaeus, he ran on and followed Jesus; and better still, he found the presence of Christ a reality even in the pressroom.—Christian Herald.

My Opportunity

My opportunity! Dear Lord, I do not ask
That Thou shouldst give me some high work of Thine,
Some noble calling, or some wondrous task,—
Give me a little hand to hold in mine.

I do not ask that I should ever stand
Among the wise, the worthy, or the great;
I only ask that, softly, hand in hand,
A child and I may enter at Thy gate.

Give me a little child to point the way
Over the strange, sweet path that leads to Thee;
Give me a little voice to teach to pray;
Give me two shining eyes Thy face to see.

The only crown I ask, dear Lord, to wear,
Is this — that I may teach a little child
How beautiful, oh, how divinely fair
Is Thy dear face, so loving, sweet and mild!

I do not need to ask for more than this.
My opportunity! 'Tis standing at my door;
What sorrow if this blessing I should miss!
A little child! Why should I ask for more?

Who knows what future stretches out along
Those strange, far years? Dear Father, if I knew!
Who knows what sorrow, or who knows what song,
Who knows what work those little hands may do?

Who knows what word of mine may shape a thought
To turn his heart to that far heaven above?
Who knows what lesson that I may have taught,
Will turn his heart to the dear God of love?

Thou knowest, oh, Thou knowest! Unto Thee
All things are plain. Help me, Lord Christ I pray,
That I may ever helpful be,
To lead a little child along the way.

My opportunity? I need not seek it far,
It standeth at the door, and waiteth me;
Dear Lord, two trusting hands uplifted are —
A little child, my opportunity!Marian B. Craig.

On His Father's Ground

Colonel Fred N. Dow tells the following story to illustrate how the son of a father devoted to a great principle is likely to follow in his father's steps. Colonel Dow once visited friends at Quebec, and, while seeing the sights of the city and its surroundings, he took a public carriage to visit the Falls of Montmorency. At a halfway house on the road the driver pulled up his horse and remarked, "The carriage always stops here." "For what purpose?" asked the Colonel. "For the passengers to treat," was the reply. "But none of us drink, and we don't intend to treat." The driver had dismounted, and was waiting by the roadside. Drawing himself up to his full height, he said impressively: "I have driven this carriage now for more than thirty years, and this happened but once before. Some time ago I had for a fare a crank from Portland, Maine, by the name of Neal Dow, who said he wouldn't drink; and, what was more to the point, he said he wouldn't pay for anybody else to drink." The son found himself occupying the same ground as that on which his father had stood.—New Century Leader.

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