Kindness Sermon Illustrations

Kindness Sermon Illustrations

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Her "Good Morning"

It was a chilly day, and the wind blew cold on that particular corner.

The blind man had sold very few papers that morning. He sighed.

The wind blew colder. The hurrying crowds surged by, but no one spoke, and then, at his elbow, a sweet, young voice said suddenly, "Good morning."

The man turned his sightless eyes in the direction of the speaker. "Who is it?" he said quickly.

The young girl in the plain hat and modest suit, who had stopped to speak to him was silent a moment.

"It is I—Marjory Dean," she said gently. "I work in the Hampton Studio in the Graham Block. I thought I'd stop and say `Good morning' to you."

The blind man nodded. He no longer felt the cold wind that had so chilled him. He forgot his own helplessness and the fact that he had sold so few papers.

Out of the darkness that shadowed him, a sweet voice had spoken. His loneliness was gone. The world was a friend­ly place, after all. Someone had stopped to say,

"Good morning." He smiled.

"I'm so glad you did," he said softly.—Selected.

A Prime Minister's Lesson

A French Prime Minister once sent for an eminent surgeon to perform upon him a serious operation. Said the Prime Minister: "You will not, of course, treat me in the same rough manner as you would treat your poor miserable wretches at the hospital." "Sir," replied the surgeon with dignity, "every one of those poor miserable wretches, as your Eminence is pleased to call them, is a Prime Minister in my eyes!"The King's Business.

Bouquets or Wreaths?

God make me kind!
So many hearts are breaking
And many more are aching
To hear the tender word.
God make me kind!
For I myself am learning,
My own sad heart is yearning
For some sweet word to heal its hurt,
O Lord, do make me kind!

God make me kind!
So many hearts are needing
The balm to stop the bleeding
That my kind words can bring.
God make me kind!
For I am also seeking
The cure in someone's keeping
They should impart to my sick heart,
O Lord, do make me kind!

God make me kind!
So many hearts are lonely
Are asking for this only—
The kind and tender word.
God make me kind!
To all who mutely ask it
Before they fill the casket,
Or bouquets may be wreaths some day.
O Lord, do make me kind!—Rev. Duncan McNeill, Chicago, Ill.

Not According to Worth

A good man died recently, and his fellow townsmen gathered to show their respect and affection at his grave. Among all the kind words spoken, none was quite so eloquent as one sobbing tribute that came from the town's ne'er-do-well, a poor old man whose youth and riper manhood had been the usual sad story of drink and dissipation. "He had a hand out for everybody!" was his grateful testimony. "Didn't stop to ask whether you seemed worth saving—he give ye your chance anyhow!" That is God's way with the world—a hand for everybody, and "your chance anyhow."Baptist Leader.

The Kind Word

"I wonder how Vera Brooking ever got such a fine disposition?" said Eva. "She never seems to say a thing that hurts anyone or makes any trouble."

"I think she does it by watching," said Erie. "She told me once that she had had a terrible habit of saying sharp, unkind things. One day she hurt someone terribly, and after that she decided to overcome the habit of saying sharp things.

"Every night after that she used to ask herself if she had said anything harsh or unkind to anyone that day. If she had, she made herself write an apology. Now she has the reputation for saying kind things."

Let's keep a strict watch on our words Why not learn Psalm 19:14, and make it a prayer?Queen's Gardens.

Worth a Bucket of Water

One hot August day, two half-starved horses, drawing an immigrant wagon with a drunken driver, a sick woman, and four children, stopped at a cabin on a Kansas prairie. "Any water?" the driver asked of a sweet young girl at the door. There was but one bucket of water in the well, which was going dry, and her parents were even then away seeking more water, but Rachel carried that to the wagon, and the half-famished group soon emptied it. "Remember, child," said the sick woman gratefully, "'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least."' They drove on. Years passed, and Rachel, grown to be a woman, secured a well-known temperance speaker to lecture in her town. "I love Kansas," he began, "for on its plains I made my first temperance pledge." Then he related the above. When he told of the girl who gave them water, and how his father threw away the whisky bottle as a thank offering, and he himself promised his mother to join the cold water army, Rachel could only bow her head to hide the glad tears.—The Illustrator.

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