Life Sermon Illustrations

Life Sermon Illustrations

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Let your life be like a snowflake which leaves a mark but not a stain.


One night while deep in starlight still, I dreamt that I received this bill:

Mr. You, in account with life:
5,000 breathless dawns, all new.
5,000 flowers fresh with dew.
5,000 sunsets wrapped in gold.
1,000,000 snowflakes served ice-cold.
100 music haunted drams of moon-drenched roads and hurrying streams, of prophesying winds and towering trees, of silent stars and browsing bees.

One June night in fragrant wood.
One friend I loved and understood.

I wondered, when I waked that day, how in the world I Could ever pay.—Calvary Messenger


You can't control the length of your life, but you can have something to say about the width and depth.—Defender, Defenders of the Christian Faith


A thing that makes life most distractive,
Is a conscience that is retroactive


If you can keep your head when all around you others
Are losing theirs on gambles left and right,
But making gobs of money in the process;
You start to wonder if you're very bright.
If you had only bought that stock at twenty,
Now selling at a cool two hundred five,
You'd really be on easy street, forever,
Instead of struggling just to keep alive.
If you had kept that farm your father left you,
Where now a fancy supermarket stands,
You'd never have to skimp to buy the groceries;
You'd have a good sized fortune on your hands.
If you had bet that long shot at the races,
Which came in paying thirty-five to one,
You could have put an end to monthly payments
And thumbed your nose at every nasty dun.

If you had sought uranium in the mountains
Instead of hunting hapless ducks and deer;
Who knows, today you might have many millions
And not be sobbing sadly in your beer.
If you had married Bess, the boss's daughter,
Instead of Mable bless her simple soul,
Or better yet that rich but sickly widow,
You'd now be starring in a playboy's role.
If you had not been you, but Joe or Charlie,
Whose ventures always turn to solid gold,
While you are getting poorer by the minute;
Your ulcers then at least would be consoled.
If you can dream of all those missed bonanzas,
The Might-Have-Beens that you will always flub,
Yet not completely lose your marbles, brother,
Then welcome to the Second Guessers Club.—Courtesy Arizona Progress, Southern Illinois Schools


A recent survey found that the average adult spends about one-third of his waking time bored! Famed economist Stuart Chase once sat down to figure the calendar of his days. There is, he said, an ascending scale of human values and somewhere on it there is a line between living and mere existing. In how many hours of the week, he asked himself, had he truly and intensively lived? In how many had he just existed? Out of the 168 hours of the week, he found that he had been "alive" only 40, or about 25% of the total time!—Ardis Whitman, Woman's Day


If the sum of our unspoken admiration, love, and encouragement could find expression, nine-tenths of the world's woes would be healed as if by magic.—Margery Wilson, Sunshine Magazine


Question not, but live and labor
Till you goal be won,
Helping every feeble neighbor,
Seeking help from none;
Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone,
Kindness in another's trouble
Courage in your own.—A. L. Gordon, Ye Wearie Wayfarer


The best way to cheer yourself up is to cheer everybody else up.—Mark Twain


There are two days in every week about which we should not worry—two days which should be kept free from any fear and apprehension. One of these days is Yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its aches and pains, its faults and blunders. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said; we cannot rectify a single mistake. Yesterday has passed forever beyond recall. Let it go.

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow, with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow also is beyond our immediate control. Tomorrow's sun will rise either in splendor or behind a mass of clouds—but it will rise. And until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow, because it is as yet unborn.

That leaves us but one day—Today! And man can fight the battles of just one day.

Yesterday and Tomorrow are futile worries. Let us, therefore, resolve to journey no more than one day at a time.—Robert J. Burdette, Sunshine Magazine


To the preacher life's a sermon, to the joker it's a jest; to the miser life is money, to the loafer life is rest. To the lawyer life's a trial, to the poet life's a song, to the doctor life's a patient that needs treatment right along.

To the soldier life's a baffle, to the teacher life's a school; life's a good thing to the grafter, it's a failure to the fool. To the man upon the engine life's a long and heavy grade; it's a gamble to the gambler, to the merchant life is trade.

Life is but a long vacation to the man who loves his work; life's an everlasting effort to shun duty, to the shirk; to the earnest, sincere worker life's a story ever new; life is what we try to make it—brother, what is life to you?—S. E. Kiser, Sunshine Magazine

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