Home Sermon Illustrations

Home Sermon Illustrations

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"Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine.
Long through the weary crowds I roam,
A river-ark on the ocean brine.
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam
And now, proud world, I'm going home.

"Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face;
To Grandeur, with his wise grimace;
To upstart Wealth's averted eye;
To supple Office, low and high;
To crowded halls, to court and street;
To frozen hearts and hasting feet;
To those who go and those who come;
Good-bye proud world! I'm going home.

"I am going to my own hearthstone,
Bosomed in yon green hill alone—
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned,
Where arches green, the livelong day,
Echo the blackbird's roundelay,
And vulgar feet have never trod,—
A spot that is scared to thought and God.

"O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools, and the learned clan,
For what are they all, in their high conceit
When man in the bush with God may meet?"—Ralph Waldo Emerson.


The Homing Instinct

"Taken from its hive, the bee knows its way home and makes a `bee line' back. An eel travels down the Rhine to the sea and keeps right on till she reaches the Azores, lays her eggs, and dies. Her progeny return to the Rhine and the process is repeated. Terns were carried in a hooded cage from their nesting grounds off the coast of Florida to Galveston, released, and in less than a week returned... Salmon... leave the sea, enter fresh waters, and ascend far inland, deposit their eggs and die. . . .Young salmon return to the briny deep, grow up, and then find their way up the very same river to pay their debt to their kind and to nature... In the spiritual nature of man there is that homing instinct. Something within says, `Not here, not here, but back to God.' Have you returned?"Evangelical Beacon.


Home

A roof to keep out rain; four walls to keep out wind; floors to keep out cold; yes, but home is more than that. It is the laugh of a baby, the song of a mother, the strength of a father. Warmth of loving hearts, light from happy eyes, kindness, loyalty, comradeship. Home is first school and first church for young ones; where they learn what is right, what is good, and what is kind; where they go for comfort when they are hurt and sick; where joy is shared and sorrow eased; where fathers and mothers are respected and loved; where children are wanted; where the simplest food is good enough for kings, because it is earned; where money is not so important as loving-kindness; where even the teakettle sings from happiness. That is home—God bless it!—Madame Schumann-Heink.


"Home, Sweet Home"

The author of "Home Sweet Home," John Howard Payne, a genial-hearted, kind little man, was walking with a friend in the great city of London, and pointing to one of the aristocratic streets in Mayfair, where wealth and luxury had the windows closed and curtained lest the least warmth and light should go out, or the smallest air of cold winter come in, where isolated exclusive English comfort was guarded by a practical dragon of gold, he, this tiny man with a big heart, said: "Under those windows I composed the song of `Home Sweet Home,' as I wandered about without food, or a semblance of shelter I could call my own. Many a night since I wrote those words that issued out of my heart by absolute want of a home have I passed and repassed in this locality, and heard a sweet voice coming from within these gilded, fur-lined, comfortable walls in the depth of a dim, cold London winter warbling `Home, Sweet Home,' while I, the author of them, knew no bed to call my own."—Selected.


The Home Atmosphere

"Home is where the heart is,
In dwellings great or small;
And a home lighted by love
Is the dearest home of all."—Mabel Beals.


Like a Drink of Water

A Christian woman writes in a recent letter to a friend from whose home had been sent greetings and remembrance: "Isn't a Christian home a real sanctuary of love and rest? The very atmosphere of such a home flowed through your letter to me as I read it and was refreshed—as if I really had had a drink of `water from the well of Bethlehem."' Christian homes can indeed give a "drink of water" to thirsty souls whenever they enter; the very atmosphere sheds abroad love and peace and joy and blessing; and how desperately the world needs all these today! The early Christians must have had such homes when they had entered upon the wonder and the joy of "that life that is Christ," for we read that "day by day, continuing steadfastly with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread at home, they took their food with gladness and singleness of heart, praising God, and having favor with all the people." The secret of the Christian home goes deep; it means not only that Christ is at home there, but also that Christ is the Home of those who live there. Their home is Christian because Christ is their Home.Sunday School Times.


The Most Wonderful Thing in America

A young Chinese student, a graduate of one of America's finest medical schools, was a dinner guest in a Christian home in America. In fact, he had been invited frequently to spend an evening with the family, for his interest­ing conversation and flashing wit made him a favorite with all. "Doctor Tong," said his host that day, "you are soon to leave us and return to China. You have undoubtedly seen many interesting things in America. Would you then tell us, what is the thing that has impressed you most?" The young Chinaman answered without a second of hesitancy, and there was a look of deep seriousness on his face as he spoke. With a gesture that included the family circle about the table, he said, "This is the most wonderful thing I have seen in America In my country we have nothing like it." The young man had seen the great American cities, the great engineering projects, the famous universities, and the inspiring churches, but the most wonderful thing to him was the sight of an American family. Woe unto the nation that despoils its homes!Christian Fitness.

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