Children Sermon Illustrations

Children Sermon Illustrations

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How Old Ought I To Be?

"Dear Mother," said a little maid
"Please whisper it to me —
Before I am a Christian,
How old ought I to be?"

"How old ought you to be, dear child
Before you can love me?"
"I always loved you, Mother mine,
Since I was tiny wee."

"I love you now and always will,"
The little daughter said,
And on her mother's shoulder laid
Her golden, curly head.

"How old, my girlie, must you be,
Before you trust my care?"
"Oh, Mother dear, I do, I do —
I trust you everywhere."

"How old ought you to be, my child
To do the things I say?"
The little girl looked up and said
"I can do that today."

"Then you can be a Christian too.
Don't wait till you are grown.
Tell Jesus now you come to Him.
To be His very own."

Then as the little maid knelt down
And said, "Lord, if I may,
I'd like to be a Christian now,"
He answered, "Yes, today!" Michigan Bible Club Beacon.


A Little Girl's Question

June was a curly headed little girl of five years. She lived in a small Illinois town where her father was a pastor. Her mother frequently sent her to the Post Office for the mail. She was a bright, cheerful child, and a general favorite with the people. One day as she was on one of her trips to the Post office, an old man stopped her and asked, "Little girl, where did you get those pretty curls?"

"God gave them to me," she sweetly replied.

After a few more words of conversation she looked up earnestly into the old man's face and asked, "Mister are you saved?"

He was greatly surprised and deeply impressed by this question and sorrowfully answered "No, little girl, I'm not."

"Well," answered June, "You ought to be, for you're getting to be a pretty old man." Then she ran on to fulfill her errand.

Several weeks after this the old man attended an old-fashioned revival meeting and was saved. He testified in the meeting that it was the question that the little girl had asked him, that he could not get out of his mind, and had at last brought him to Jesus.

On the way home that night from the revival, the car in which the old man was riding was struck by a train, and he was hurled into eternity. This was very sad, but how blessed it was that he had been saved just in time, and sudden death was to him sudden glory.—Selected.


No One to Tell About It

How true to life! Children with their parents now living little realize what it will mean to them when they can no longer tell Father and Mother of their triumphs. Somewhere we read of a boy away at school who in midterm was summoned home by the terrible news that both his parents had been killed in an auto accident. After the funeral he returned to school. At commencement, when honors were read, he received one of the most coveted. For a moment his face flushed with pride, then he put his head on his desk and sobbed. He had just remembered that he had no parents to whom to tell the good news. Someone has well said, "Fame is worthless except as an offering of homage to those whom we love."—Sunday School Times.


The Teacher's Prayer

My scholars all for Jesus —
This be my earnest prayer,
For they are souls immortal,
Entrusted to my care:
For each the Master careth,
I long so much for each,
Grant, Lord, the Heavenly wisdom
These wayward hearts to reach.

My girls, light-headed, thoughtless,
On trifling things intent,
These cost a priceless ransom,
On these my care be spent,
That each a willing handmaid,
Be brought to own her Lord,
"What e'er He says, to do it,"
Obedient to His Word.

My boys I want for Jesus —
My wayward wandering boys,
So full of life and mischief,
So charmed by earthly joys.
For them the Saviour suffered,
For them His life was given,
Lord, by that holy ransom,
Bring all my boys to Heaven.

Lord, be in every lesson
Bless every faltering word
My trembling lips may utter,
To bring them to the Lord.
So fleeting are the moments
Of opportunity!
0 Jesus, Lord and Saviour,
Bring all my class to Thee.Selected.


"No Children"

A young army officer's wife with a small child recently tried to find a room in a crowded city near a port of embarkation. She had come quite a distance from her home, to spend the last weeks with her husband, before he was sent overseas. She knew that there was a possibility that this would be the last time she would ever see him, and she felt that she must come at any cost.

But though there were rooms for rent in the community, most of those advertised specified "no children." And wherever she went, it was the same story; no one wanted children in the house, even at the high rent asked for the rooms.

We do not know if the young woman found a room or not. Her husband later wrote a letter to the local newspaper, rebuking the landlords in general for their heartless attitude toward children. He had supposed that he was to fight to keep his country free and safe for his own children, and for the children of others. And he naturally found it difficult to understand how those who were being benefited by his sacrifice could show no kindness toward his own wife and child, whom he had been forced to leave to provide for themselves.Gospel Herald.


Better Than Little Gifts

A beautiful incident of his visit to a state convention in Minnesota is related by Mr. Ralph Wells. After one of the sessions a little girl stepped forward and presented him a small bouquet of ordinary flowers, doubtless the only one she could well procure at that season. He inquired why she gave him the bouquet. "Because I love you," the child answered. "Do you bring any little gift to Jesus?" said Mr. Wells. "Oh," said the little child, "I give myself to Him."—Biblical Museum.

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