Children Sermon Illustrations

Children Sermon Illustrations

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Last night my little boy came to me, confessed some childish wrong, and, kneeling at my knee, prayed with tear-filled eyes: "O Lord, make me a man like Daddy—wise and strong. I know you can." That night while he slept, I knelt beside his bed, confessed my sins, and prayed with low-bowed head: "O God, make me a child, like my child here; guileless, trusting Thee with faith sincere."—Selected


I must not interfere with any child, I have been told; to bend his will to mine, or try to shape him through some mold of thought. Naturally as a flower he must unfold. Yet flowers have the discipline of wind and rain, and I have seen him use his pruning shears to gain more strength and beauty for the blossoms. And he would do whatever he thought necessary to guide the development of the flower. I do not know—yet it does seem to me that only weeds unfold just naturally.—Selected


Two weary parents once advertised:

"WANTED, AT ONCE—Two fluent and well-learned persons, male or female, to answer the questions of a little girl of three and a boy of four; each to take four hours per day and rest the parents of said children."


Another couple advertised:

"WANTED: A governess who is good stenographer, to take down the clever sayings of our child."


A boy twelve years old with an air of melancholy resignation, went to his teacher and handed in the following note from his mother before taking his seat:

"Dear Sir: Please excuse James for not being present yesterday.

"He played truant, but you needn't whip him for it, as the boy he played truant with and him fell out, and he licked James; and a man they threw stones at caught him and licked him; and the driver of a cart they hung onto licked him; and the owner of a cat they chased licked him. Then I licked him when he came home, after which his father licked him; and I had to give him another for being impudent to me for telling his father. So you need not lick him until next time.

"He thinks he will attend regular in future."


MRS. POST—"But why adopt a baby when you have three children of your own under five years old?"

MRS. PARKER—"My own are being brought up properly. The adopted one is to enjoy."


The neighbors of a certain woman in a New England town maintain that this lady entertains some very peculiar notions touching the training of children. Local opinion ascribes these oddities on her part to the fact that she attended normal school for one year just before her marriage.

Said one neighbor: "She does a lot of funny things. What do you suppose I heard her say to that boy of hers this afternoon?"

"I dunno. What was it?"

"Well, you know her husband cut his finger badly yesterday with a hay-cutter; and this afternoon as I was goin' by the house I heard her say:

"'Now, William, you must be a very good boy, for your father has injured his hand, and if you are naughty he won't be able to whip you.'"—Edwin Tarrisse.


Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.—George Eliot.


Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of children.—R.H. Dana

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