Luck Sermon Illustrations

Luck Sermon Illustrations

Ill luck, in nine cases out of ten, is the result of practicing pleasure first and duty second, instead of duty first and pleasure second.—Friendly Chat


Luck is efficiency's mistress.—Persian Proverb


You will find that luck
Is only pluck,
Trying things over and over;
Patience and skill,
Courage and will
Are the four leaves of luck's clover.


I am a great believer in luck and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.—Stephen Leacock


Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half-way to meet it.—Douglas Jerrold.


O, once in each man's life, at least,
Good luck knocks at his door;
And wit to seize the flitting guest
Need never hunger more.
But while the loitering idler waits
Good luck beside his fire,
The bold heart storms at fortunes gates,
And conquers its desire.—Lewis J. Bates.


"Tommy," said his brother, "you're a regular little glutton. How can you eat so much?"

"Don't know; it's just good luck," replied the youngster.


A negro who was having one misfortune after another said he was having as bad luck as the man with only a fork when it was raining soup.


The pessimist quoted from his own experience at poker in illustration of the general cussedness of things:

"Frequent, I have sot in a poker game, and it sure is queer how things will turn out. I've sot hour after hour in them games, without ever takin' a pot. And then, 'long about four o'clock in the mornin', the luck'd turn—it'd take a turn for the worse."


"How did you find your steak?" asked the waiter of a patron in the very expensive restaurant.

"Just luck," the hungry man replied, sadly. "I happened to move that small piece of potato, and there it was!"


The new reporter wrote his concluding paragraph concerning the murder as follows:
"Fortunately for the deceased, he had deposited all of his money in the bank the day before. He lost practically nothing but his life."


The editor of the country paper went home to supper, smiling radiantly.

"Have you had some good luck?" his wife questioned.

"Luck! I should say so. Deacon Tracey, who hasn't paid his subscription for ten years, came in and stopped his paper."

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