Curiosity Sermon Illustrations

Curiosity Sermon Illustrations

An adult asks questions because he wants to do something with the answers; children ask questions and want to know just because they want to know.—M. Dale Baughman

Progress travels on the sturdy back of the question mark. So long as men accepted the world as it was, it remained as it was. The individual who asks no questions rarely learns anything. Curiosity may have "killed a cat," but it has also created a generation of scientists.

One of the chief differences between the little businessman and the big one is the use which they make of the symbol for interrogation. The "small fry" in every vocation is more given to talking than to listening. He has much to say, but there is little which he cares to know. The big man has the questioning habit. He is always trying to learn something new.—John Scotford, Friendly Chat

The Christmas church services were proceeding very successfully when a woman in the gallery got so interested that she leaned out too far and fell over the railing. Her dress caught in a chandelier, and she was suspended in mid-air. The minister noticed her undignified position and thundered at the congregation:

"Any person in this congregation who turns around will be struck stone-blind."

A man, whose curiosity was getting the better of him, but who dreaded the clergyman's warning, finally turned to his companion and said:

"I'm going to risk one eye."

A one-armed man entered a restaurant at noon and seated himself next to a dapper little other-people's-business man. The latter at once noticed his neighbor's left sleeve hanging loose and kept eying it in a how-did-it-happen sort of a way. The one-armed man paid no attention to him but kept on eating with his one hand. Finally the inquisitive one could stand it no longer. He changed his position a little, cleared his throat, and said: "I beg pardon, sir, but I see you have lost an arm."

The one-armed man picked up his sleeve with his right hand and peered anxiously into it. "Bless my soul!" he exclaimed, looking up with great surprise. "I do believe you're right."

The colored man, passing through the market, saw a turtle for the first time, and surveyed it with great interest. The creature's head was withdrawn, but as the investigator fumbled about the shell, it shot forward and nipped his finger. With a howl of pain he stuck his finger in his mouth, and sucked it.

"What's the matter?" the fishmonger asked with a grin.

"Nothin'—jest nothin' a tall," the colored man answered thickly. "Ah was only wonderin' whether Ah had been bit or stung."

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