Children Sermon Illustrations

Children Sermon Illustrations

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Ardent Little Leaguer Jimmie Lipski, nine years old, looked up from a period of deep concentration and said: "I've been think-ing, Mommy What am I going to do when I grow up? ... I mean, during the off season."—Mark Beltaire, Laugh Book


Little Johnnie had been raised in a small town by strict parents. His only recreation was the weekly prayer meeting.

The day his aunt took him to the circus for the first time he came home all excited and ran to his mother saying, "Mother, if you went to the circus just once you'd never go to a prayer meeting again in your whole life."—Anna Herbert, Laugh Book


Our four-year-old son Brad was proudly carrying an old dollar pocket watch of mine. A neighbor lady, observing him playing with the watch, asked, "Does it tell time?" Little Brad, looking at the neighbor lady in disgust, answered, "Nope, you gotta look at it."—M. Dale Baughman


The psychiatrist was examining Willie, who had been giving his parents much concern.
"What do you like to do best, Willie?"
"I like to shoot birds."
"And what do you like to do next best?" asked the psychiatrist.
"Well, I like to make sling shots to shoot birds with."
"Then, what do you like to do next best?"
"I like to take little girls' bloomers off."

Ah, thought the psychiatrist, now I'm getting somewhere. "And what do you like to do then?"

"Take the elastic out of their bloomers to make more sling shots to shoot more birds with."—Laugh Book


I was preparing to leave on a four-day trip and a pocketful of change was scattered on the dresser. Son Brad, aged four, looked over the pile and started to help himself My wife noticed his intentions and admonished, "No! No! Brad, Daddy will need every penny of that" Brad hesitated for only a moment and then picked up the dimes, nickels and quarters.—M. Dale Baughman


Embarrassing Moment: When the six-year-old son of the family comes into the kitchen, looks his mother over carefully and then shouts loudly to his father, who is hiding behind a newspaper in the living room, "But, Daddy, I don't see that chip you said she had on her shoulder."


Riding up a scenic canyon road out of Missoula, Montana, with Professor Aaron Harper of the University of Montana, and son Jimmy Harper, I couldn't contain my feelings any longer and exclaimed, "What interesting terrain!" Young Jimmy asked in wonderment, "Where's a train?"—M. Dale Baughman


A brilliant child is one who asks the guests questions they can answer.—O. A. Battista


My daughter and my two small grand-daughters had been visiting me for a week. Everyone had helped put the dishes away. One morning a small pitcher I wished to use for breakfast was missing. I opened one cupboard door after another looking for it.

Little Lucile watched me and finally she said, "Grandmother, shouldn't you have a place for your things and keep them there?"—Ruth M. Benson, Christian Science Monitor


Adults are constantly saying one day when you grow up and get big you can do so and so; well, the tables were turned one evening at our home. My husband had just applied the ruler to our four-and-a-half-year-old son for some mischievous act. Brad accepted the punishment, we thought, but in a short time he said, "Daddy, one of these days when you get to be a little boy again I'm gonna spank you real hard with the ruler when you're bad:'—M. Dale Baughman


I, for one . . . am convinced children want to know the answers. Living in an area where there are few or no sheep at all . . . our two-year-old son Greg, was amazed when he saw a pasture full of them on a trip to Illinois. He didn't know what they were but since he thought they were a kindly looking crowd he screamed, "Mommie, look at all those prune faces." This is his Daddy's pet name for little Greg, because of all the funny faces he makes.—Donna Rhoades, Bloomington, Indiana


My mother, lives on her small farm all by herself, where she settled as a bride some 70 odd years ago. As her children have left their home nest to establish their own homes, Mother's love, care, and enthusiasm for her beautiful roses and other flowers has increased.

One of her many loving neighbors sent her seven-year-old Susie up the road with a heaping basket of bright, freshly-picked straw-berries for Mother. Susie is quite shy, and after a rather brief visit modestly started her leave-taking, so Mother gave her cookies and some lovely roses to take with her.

When Susie reached home she was very pensive, and said to her Mother. "She is such a nice lady and raises such beautiful flowers—she must be Mother Nature."—Mrs. Arch Lude, Worthington, Ohio, Christian Science Monitor


God of mercy, hear our prayer
For the children thou hast given;
Let them all thy blessings share,
Grace on earth, and bliss in heaven.—Hastings


A great man once came into my house at Waltham; and seeing all my children standing in the order of their age and size, he said, "These are they that make rich men poor." But I immediately gave him this answer, "I beg to differ with you, sir. These are they that make a poor man rich; for we would not part with one of these for all your wealth."—Hall


With children we must mix gentleness with firmness. They must not always have their own way, but they must not always be thwarted. If we never have headaches through rebuking them, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up. Be obeyed at all costs; but if you yield up your authority once, you will hardly get it again.—Spurgeon

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