Parenthood Sermon Illustrations

Parenthood Sermon Illustrations

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How fortunate indeed you have become
For my young son is now gracing your presence.
Naturally I'd like to facilitate your efforts.
And so I'll tell you a bit about this unusual young man.
You with your magnificent perception have
Undoubtedly realized his capabilities.
Unusual? Of course he's unusual—he's my son.

I realize that you have all those other average
Children to deal with
And my son is—as you would expect—well above average.
Your intelligence and achievement tests didn't exactly indicate this
But—I'm sure you'll agree that such tests are
Still a long way from being perfected.
And then, too—such tests probably don't forsee
The possibility of an above average boy such as mine.
Above average? Of course he's above average—he's my son.

You should know however—that he is
Unusual as well as above average—he is a
Very sensitive child.
Naturally—you must devote some of your time to
Those other children.
But you'll understand him more readily if you're aware
Of his sensitivity.
Of course talented people are usually sensitive.
Talented? Of course he's talented—he's my son.

You know—it suddenly occurs to me that all
Parents are a collection of such people as I.
Therefore—every morning you must face an
Entire class of unusual, above average, abnormally
Sensitive and talented children!
You are indeed fortunate—but this raises a
Question: How do you manage to contend with us unusual
Above average, sensitive and talented parents?
May God bless your patience!—J. R. Evans, Cook County Education Digest

A six-year-old boy, separated from his mother in a supermarket, began to call frantically for "Martha! Martha! Martha!"

That was his mother's name and she came running to him quickly. "But, honey," she admonished, "you shouldn't call me Martha. I'm `Mother' to you.'

"Yes, I know," he answered, "but this store is full of mothers."

Yes sir, I took my boy-a-fishin'. Sure, his mother told me to, but besides, I kind of done it 'cause it seemed the thing to do.

It's a heap more fun a-fishin' when I'm out there with my son, 'cause we really get acquainted through a little fishin' fun.

When my creel of life is empty, and my life's line sort of worn, I shall always keep rememberin' that first early summer morn when I took my boy a-fishin', and I really learned the joy that comes to every father when he really knows his boy.—Smiles

"When my son came bounding into the house carrying a football he had won in a box-top contest, I was amazed. The rules had stated that prizes would be awarded to the youngsters who wrote the best sentences on why they liked the product. The judges must have had a sense of humor because my prodigy's contribution was: "I like your cereal because it doesn't snap, crackle, or pop—it just lays there quietly and sogs."—Smiles

The worst eternal triangle known: teenager, parent and telephone.—Lavonne Mathison, The Christian Home

Our third grader, Dala Dee, hastened home the other day to tell her mother how her romance was going. "Richard spoke to me," she announced proudly. "And what did he say?" asked her mother "I grabbed his cap and he said `that's all, sister.'"—M. Dale Baughman

A couple of Little Leaguers were asked how the big game had gone. "Oh, it was a very good game until the third inning," one replied. "Then they had to call it because the parents were rioting all over the field."—Almanac in Minneapolis Tribune

Don't let me push them
Day after day;
Life's game is played
In a leisurely way.

Don't let me bind them
To pinafore strings;
They must be free to
Try out their wings.

Don't let me hinder
What they should do;
Some secret talent
I might subdue.

Don't let me make them
What they should be;
Just let me live it
For them to see.—Ruth Kent, Sunshine Magazine

"After a difficult day with the children," a young mother says, "I like to take the car and go for a drive; I like to have something in my hands I can control."—Lawrence P. Fitzgerald, The Link

Mother: "And what did you learn in school today, dear?"

Elsie: "Oh, mother, I don't have to educate you all over again, do I?"—Boston Transcript

A young woman who had three small children received a gift of a play pen from her uncle and aunt. They were flabbergasted when they received this note from their niece:

"Thank you so much for the pen. It is a perfect Godsend. I sit in it every afternoon and read, and the children can't get near me."

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