Kiss Sermon Illustrations

Kiss Sermon Illustrations

Told in a Cross

The lines which follow were suggested by the story of an aged African woman who, on hearing of God's love in the gift of His only Son, rather disturbed the meeting by continually protesting, 'That's not love! that's not love!' And, when pressed for her meaning, she explained that the word `love' was not strong enough to express what was involved in the gift of an only Son.

A father one day to his own little son
A letter of love had penned;
He could scarcely read, so young he was,
So, just at the very end,
`To show him my love,' the father said,
`I will close it with a kiss;
That simple sign he will surely know:'
And he made a sign like this—X.
Yes, right at the end, where he signed his name,
He added a simple cross,
And the letter was sent,
And he knew what it meant,
The kiss that was told in a Cross.

And God wrote a letter, a wonderful Book;
He wrote it o'er earth and sky;
A book that the humble in heart could read,
When lifting their hands on high,
And, looking at stars so far away,
And looking at flowers so near,
They noted the care-free birds' sweet song:
In them God's care they did hear.
Yes, over it all He signed His name
On sea, on earth, on sky,
And the letter was sent,
And they knew what it meant
Who lifted their heads on high.

And then, when the course of time had run,
A letter of love was sent.
It was writ so plain that all might read
And know what the sender meant.
For there, at the end, where all might see—
A sign that they could not miss—
He placed in the language of childhood's day
The sign of a child's pure kiss.
But why, if it told us of God's great love,
Oh! why was there only one?
My eyes fill with tears—I sob as I see
'Twas the Cross of His only Son.
And the letter was sent;
Do you know what it meant—
God's love in the Cross of His Son?—F. Howard Oakley

(John 3. 16; Rom. 5. 8)


Here's to a kiss:

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss add a score,
Then to that twenty add a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred, and so kiss on,
To make that thousand quite a million,
Treble that million, and when that is done
Let's kiss afresh as though we'd just begun.


"If I should kiss you I suppose you'd go and tell your mother."

"No; my lawyer."


"What is he so angry with you for?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. We met in the street, and we were talking just as friendly as could be, when all of a sudden he flared up and tried to kick me."

"And what were you talking about?"

"Oh, just ordinary small talk. I remember he said, 'I always kiss my wife three or four times every day.'"

"And what did you say?"

"I said, 'I know at least a dozen men who do the same,' and then he had a fit."


There was an old maiden from Fife,
Who had never been kissed in her life;
Along came a cat;
And she said, "I'll kiss that!"
But the cat answered, "Not on your life!"


Here's to the red of the holly berry,
And to its leaf so green;
And here's to the lips that are just as red,
And the fellow who's not so green.


There was a young sailor of Lyd,
Who loved a fair Japanese kid;
When it came to good-bye,
They were eager but shy,
So they put up a sunshade and—did.


There once was a maiden of Siam,
Who said to her lover, young Kiam,
"If you kiss me, of course
You will have to use force,
But God knows you're stronger than I am."


Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.—Swift.


The bridegroom, who was in a horribly nervous condition, appealed to the clergyman in a loud whisper, at the close of the ceremony:

"Is it kisstomary to cuss the bride?"

The clergyman might have replied:

"Not yet, but soon."


The young man addressed the old grouch:

"When a fellow has taken a girl to a show, and fed her candy, and given her supper, and taken her home in a taxi, shouldn't she let a fellow kiss her good-night?"

The old grouch snorted.

"Humph! He's already done more than enough for her."

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