Mothers Sermon Illustrations

Mothers Sermon Illustrations

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Cardinal Vaughan, one of eight sons to enter the priesthood, brother of three sisters who became nuns, used to say that his mother in her prayers for her children never once asked for them a temporal blessing, but always spiritual blessings—the prosperity of the soul, not the prosperity of this world.


Men come near to God when they pray for others. A well-known minister of the last generation said that his mother and two other mothers in the vicinity of his boyhood home made a pact that they would meet together on one day of every week and pray for the salvation of their children. One by one, those children came into the Kingdom of God, until this afterwards distinguished minister made his confession of faith and completed the number. What sacred objectives for intercession do fathers and mothers have set before them!


Dr. McCosh, president of Princeton, had a custom of praying with members of the senior class ere he bade them farewell as they went out into the world. When he asked a certain young man to kneel and pray with him, the man responded that he did not believe in God and did not believe in prayer. Hurt and astonished, the president shook hands with him and bade him farewell.

Some years afterward Dr. McCosh was delivering a course of lectures in Cincinnati. Before going to the lecture hall he was sitting in the exchange of the hotel. A man came and sat down beside him and said, "What is this, Dr. McCosh, I hear about your turning out infidels at Princeton?" Surprised, Dr. McCosh asked him what he meant? The man then gave the history of the student who had refused to pray with Dr. McCosh, saying that he had advanced to an important post in the schools of Cincinnati, and that everywhere he was sowing the seeds of unbelief and infidelity.

"But," the man added, "he has a godly, praying mother, and I believe that in the end she will win."


Among the royal tomb of Westminster there is one tomb of unusual interest. It is the costly sarcophagu of Mary, Queen of Scots, of tragic memories. When her son James—James I of England and James VI of Scotland—came to the throne, one of the first acts of his reign was to exhume the body of his beheaded mother and give it the resting place of a queen among the tombs of the Abbey.


The real power in the Wesley household was the remarkable mother, now forever famous as "The Mother of the Wesleys." A review of the great reformers shows that some of them had weak or indifferent father! but that all of them had strong, God-fearing, and, in some cases, gifted mothers. To his mother John Wesley owed his logic, piety, and orderliness. If somewhat lacking in feminine grace and affection, she was a woman of dignity, determination, and intellect. She was the twenty-fifth daughter of Dr. Annesley, the "St. Paul of Nonconformity."

Her system of educating her many children was unique. At one year they were taught to fear the rod and to cry softly. Speech, play, work, habits—everything in the child's life was carefully regulated. She believed that the first thing to be done with a child was to conquer its will. At five years the child was taught its letters, and the next day it commenced to read the first chapter of Genesis.


Remarkable Mothers

There lived at one time in England a remarkable woman. She had nineteen children. Their infant life was regulated by method. Their sleep was meted out by rule. Each child on its fifth birthday began to have regular lessons. The mother was herself the teacher of all the children, younger and older. She had marvelous ability, wonderful patience, and her success in the training and education of her children has won for her an unquestionable place among great mothers—Susannah Wesley, mother of John and Charles Wesley, we might add, Mother of Methodism.

There is Monica, mother of Augustine, who when her son wandered far astray from her early teaching, never lost faith that God would bring him back, and by her love and prayers dragged him from the mire and set him among princes.

Benjamin West said that a kiss from his mother made him a painter.

D. L. Moody said all that he ever accomplished in life was due to his mother.

Daniel Webster ascribed his masterful use of English to his mother's teaching.

Thomas Carlyle's strongest personal passion all through his life was his love for his mother. Disagreeable he often was to others, but to her always tender and considerate.

Eugene Field was a child of six years when his mother died, but he said, "I have carried the memory of her gentle voice and soothing touch all through life."

Robert Moffatt testified that it was his mother's influence that led him to become a missionary.

John Randolph said, "I would have been an atheist but for the recollection of kneeling at my mother's side while she taught me to say—'Our Father.'"

Wm. Lloyd Garrison ascribed all his merits to his mother's teaching.

We recall Cowper's lines to his mother's picture, and Eliza Cook's beautiful poem to her mother, and Kipling's "Mother o' Mine."

The great, the famous can leave on record their tribute to their mother and many others of us who have walked life's common paths can say with them—

"Over our hearts in days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shown;
And though many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded our faces between,
Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain

Long we at times for our mothers again."—Christian Union Herald.


In a Parent's Heart

A very pretty story is told by Mr. Stuart Robertson in his delightful book of "Talks to Children." A little girl was sitting on her mother's knee. She was very fond of her mother. She called her, her "very own mother," and like one who was rejoicing over very precious treasures she was touching, one after the other, the features of her mother's face with her little fingers—her mother's lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her hair. After a while she said, "Mummy, can I see your heart?" The mother said, "I don't know about that, but you can look into my eyes, and see if you can see anything." The child climbed up and peered in; and then she cried out gleefully, "I can see your heart, Mummy, and there is a wee girl away in there, and it's me!"—Sunday School Times.


"Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell;
Or kiss the place to make it well?
MY MOTHER!"—Selected.

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