Ambition Sermon Illustrations

Ambition Sermon Illustrations

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What Made Him a Tramp

Margot Asquith tells how she once met a tramp and asked him how he decided which way he would tramp, and his answer was, "I always turn my back to the wind." That was what made him a tramp. He never had the courage to breast the wind and go courageously on in its teeth, or he would have ceased to be a tramp and have become a man. Alas! many people with plenty of money in their pockets are only tramps who always turn their backs to the wind and thus lose the real joy and achievement of life. It was not so with Paul and Barnabas.From the Homiletic Review.


Life is a sheet of paper white
Whereon each one of us may write
His word or two, and then comes night.
Greatly begin! Though thou hast time
But for a line, be that sublime.
Not failure, but low aim is crime.Lowell


Climb On: James T. White

"He died climbing" is the simple inscription on a monument to an Alpine guide, who perished when attempting the ascent of a peak. That record is a noble tribute to a hero. His attitude should be ours—looking upward and pressing forward. He was pressing on in the pathway of duty. Many a splendid career, intercepted at the critical juncture, might be described by the same concise record.

"He died climbing" may be said of many a young and ardent enthusiast—of Mackay, soon cut off in Uganda; of Bishop Hannington, reaching the border of the same land and martyred there; of Patterson, soon slain in Melanesia by islanders who mistook him for a slave-catching captain. Of Henry Martyn, who did not live to see any of the results of his mission; of Wycliffe, who sent forth the Bible in England but was not per­mitted to see the beginning of the Reformation. All these "died climbing."

"Climb on! Climb ever! Ne'er despond,
Though from each summit gained
There stretch forth ever heights beyond—
Ideals to be attained!"Character Lessons


"In The Lord"

O, to be something, something!
Something, my Saviour, for Thee;
To show forth the wondrous power,
Of the love that could save even me.
Something—for use in Thy vineyard,
Tho' simple the service may be;
Something—Thy grace can find use for,
To win other wanderers to Thee.

O, to be something, something!
A word—or a light—or a song,—
To speak—or to shine for the Master,
Or sing,—to win lost ones from wrong.
The cup of cold water to offer,
To those who in weariness stray,—
Thy "sure word of promise" to whisper,
To those whom temptations dismay.

O, to be something, something!
Where others Thy likeness may see;
That self may be lost in service,
And our lives glorify Thee.
Ready to work or to suffer,
Whichever Thy love shall command;
Secure—whether shadow or sunshine,
They are all from Thy loving hand.—Ida Tremain


The Doldrums

There is a region in the ocean near the equator where the winds are either baffling or there is a calm, sometimes lasting through several days. The sailors called this region "The Doldrums." Since there were no other kinds of vessels but sailing vessels in those days, it is readily seen how impatient the sailors would be if they had an important cargo, and were delayed by a calm. There was nothing in the world they could do but just wait until a breeze sprung up.

One can readily imagine also how these long delays got on the nerves of the sailors, especially when there was nothing for them to do but loaf about and wait for a wind. They became depressed in mind and gave way to low spirits during such times, and it was hard for them to remain patient and keep from giving way to the "blues."

It was easy therefore to transfer this name from that region in the ocean to that state of mind into which so many fall when everything does not go as they want it to. And so we must credit the sailors with giving us a name for being out of sorts and unhappy, which has now become the meaning of "The Doldrums" since there are steam vessels which are not so dependent on the winds to drive them over the ocean. Gospel Herald


The Letter Over the Door

A student of Amherst College, soon after entering, put over the door of his dormitory room the letter V. Because of it he endured all sorts of ridicule and withstood questioning. But he paid no attention to either, nor would he disclose the secret of the letter. When his four years were over, and graduation day came, that student was appointed to deliver the valedictory. Then the mystery of that letter V was revealed. It stood for valedictory.

That letter on the door held before him during his four years the ideal that he had set for himself. Not every boy puts a letter over the door of his college room or over the door of his house. But nevertheless, somewhere, if only in his mind, there is a letter that he pastes there and that holds before him an ideal.

Some put up the letter M that stands for money. Others put up F, for fame. Others put up S, which may stand either for self or for service. It is a good idea once in a while to step outside your door and look at the letter you have put there. It may be that when you realize what it is you will want to change it.—Courtesy Moody Monthly


No power in the world can keep a first class man down or a fourth class man up.—Defender, Defenders of the Christian Faith, Inc.


Some people are satisfied to be average. But do you know what you are when you're average? You are the best of the lousiest and the lousiest of the best. Is that what you want to be?—Gary Gariepy, Advertiser's Digest

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