Kindness Sermon Illustrations

Kindness Sermon Illustrations

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

What "Loving-Kindness" Means

Mother asked her six-year-old what loving-kindness meant. "Well," he said, "when I ask you for a piece of bread and butter and you give it to me, that's kindness, but when you put jam on it, that's loving-kindness."—Chicago Tribune.

Henry Drummond used to say, looking back over a more than ordinarily distinguished life, that the things which stood out in this retrospect as of abiding worth and value were the four or five times he had reflected to others the kindness of God.

Birds Are Friends

Did you know that birds have their friends just as you do? If a robin is in trouble, other robins will hurry to her side; so will orioles, chickadees and many others. Suppose a mother robin is killed while she is out hunting food for her babies. Do the little birds starve? No, indeed, they do not. The other birds feed the orphan babies as well as their own.

One time a little bird was caught in a tree and could not get out. When he was found and helped out by a kind man, he was as fat as he could be. This shows us that the other birds fed him.

When birds are crippled or blind or cannot fly, they are cared for by other birds in the community. So you see birds are friendly little creatures, and love one another and care for one another much the same as the Lord has told people to do.—Selected

"Only One of His Followers"

The little lame boy hurried to the passenger gate of the railway station as fast as his crutches and basket of fruit and candy would permit. As the passengers rushed through the gate, a young man accidentally hit the basket, knocking oranges and apples in every direction. He stopped only long enough to scold the boy for being in his way. Another young man who was passing by saw the boy's distress and began picking up his fruit. As he placed it in the basket, he put a silver dollar in his hand. With a "Better luck next time" and a smile, he went his way. "Hey, Mister," called the little boy, "are you Jesus?" "No," answered his friend, "I'm only one of His followers." The people whose lives we touch need to see Jesus in your life and mine....Many will not understand His love unless they see it in our deeds.—Secret Place.

An Infidel Answered

Mr. Charles Bradlaugh, a celebrated infidel lecturer in the last century, at one time M.P. for Northampton, a man of great talents prostituted to the attacking of the Christian faith, delivered a scathing attack on Christianity in a well-known London hall. At its close he dared any man to answer him.

The Chairman replied, "No one here is likely to try, Mr. Bradlaugh. We are all of your way of thinking."

However, a gasfitter arose and said, "You all know me. I have been a member of this club for five years. Some months ago I lost my work, and I was ill, and to make matters worse my wife was ill. Not one of you came near me, though my illness was known here. But someone came, and his wife nursed us and provided for us, otherwise neither my wife nor I would have been alive today. That man was a city missionary, whom I had driven away from my door with threats. When I was well enough to think, I asked him why he had been so kind to us, and he told me he had done it for the love of Christ. I say that a religion which will bring a man to the bedside of one who has hated him and cursed him, is a good thing for this life."

Such an incident as this can be multiplied a thousand times. Infidelity does not like deathbeds. It is a fair weather negation that crumbles into dust when the storms of life are heavy, especially when the shadows of eternal night settle on the soul.—Gospel Herald.

In a Crowded Elevator

The elevator man was gruff, and in his estimation the little, frail old lady who got on last made one passenger too many in his car. "Take the next car," he commanded gruffly. "Take the next car!" slipping his hand in front of her. But the little old lady, frightened in the crowd, seemed deaf to his remark and unconscious that anything was required of her. A young lady from the middle of the car worked her way out to make one passenger less. The aged woman, happy at being able to find room, did not notice that anything had been done for her. The elevator man did not appear to notice. Nobody thanked the girl, as, pressed for time in her busy day, she stood looking a little wistfully after the ascending car, thinking perhaps that it was merely a sacrifice of time that counted for little. But doubtless every heart in that car, as it went up, was beating with some better impulse because of that little kindness so unobtrusively done.Sunday School Banner.

Little Kindnesses

You gave on the way a pleasant smile,
And thought no more about it;
It cheered a life that was sad the while,
That might have been wrecked without it;
And so for the smile and its fruitage fair
You'll reap a crown sometime—somewhere.

You spoke one day a cheering word,
And passed to other duties;
It warmed a heart, new promise stirred,
And painted a life with beauties.
And so for the word and its silent prayer
You'll reap a palm sometime—somewhere.

You lent a hand to a fallen one,
A lift in kindness given;
It saved a soul when help was none,
And won a heart for Heaven;
And so for the help you proffered there
You'll reap a joy sometime—somewhere.—Selected.

If we knew what hearts are aching for
the comforts we might bring,
If we knew what souls are yearning for the sunshine we could fling,
If we knew what feet are weary walking pathways roughly laid,
We would quickly hasten forward stretching forth our hands to aid.—Selected.

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

| More