Parents Sermon Illustrations

Parents Sermon Illustrations

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Jimmy Johnson's daddy is an awful lot of fun; he's a peacherino pitcher and can hit a real home run. I know my dad could play as well, but when I ask him to, he's always awful busy and got something else to do.

Jimmy Johnson's daddy knows a lot of dandy games, and he plays 'em with us fellers, and he don't call Jimmy "James." I'll bet my dad knows things that's fun fer fellers, too, but he's always awful busy and got something else to do.

Some kids' dads seem glad to have a chance to play with boys, and even when they're readin', they don't mind a little noise. I'll bet my dad could beat 'em all, if he just only knew how I miss him when he's busy and got something else to do.—Author Unknown, Sunshine Magazine


Friend: "Has your son's education proved of any real value?"
Father: "Yes, indeed; it has entirely cured his mother of bragging about him."—The Lookout


"Why were you kept in after school?" the father asked his son.
"I didn't know where the Azores were."
"In the future, just remember where you put your things."


The life history of parents: They bear children, bore teenagers and board newly-weds.


Standard operating equipment for the parent of a junior high school age youngster ought to be shockproof constitution, limitless supply of patience, an understanding of how adolescents grow, and an ability to roll with the punches.


Someone said it's just too bad that the hardest of all careers are entrusted to amateurs—parenthood and politics.—Leo Aikman, Laugh Book


A mother entered the supermarket with her four bouncing boys and pleaded: Isn't there a cereal that will sap their energy?"—Eugene P. Bertin, Pennsylvania School Journal


"I wouldn't worry too much if your son makes mud pies," said the psychiatrist, "not even if he tries to eat them. That's quite normal."

"Well, I don't think it is," replied the woman, "and neither does his wife."—Chicago Daily News


One dad to another: "I'm no model father. All I'm trying to do is behave so that when people tell my son that he reminds them of me, he'll stick out his chest instead of his tongue."—Manchester Oak Leaves


Save your child from the possibility of making mistakes and you save him from the possibility of being right.—Dick Snow, Pageant


One big problem parents face is how much to give their son. If he has a Corvette at sixteen, what'll he want at twenty-one?

And with the daughter it's the same—how much to give your Sue? If hers is mink at fourteen, what'll satisfy at twenty-two?

"But others have it," they will say, and you know, of course, that's so; but if you want the best for them, you'll have to tell them, "No."—Dorothy Smith


The parent may not always be right but he is always necessary.


The parents of a large brood of children deserve a lot of credit; in fact, they can't get along without it.—Roy A. Brenner


My people, give ear, attend to my word,
In parables new deep truths shall be heard;
The wonderful story our fathers made known
To children succeeding by us must be shown.—Selected


What if God should place in your hand a diamond, and tell you to inscribe on it a sentence, which should be read at the last day, and shown there as an index of your own thoughts and feelings! What care, what caution, would you exercise in the selection! Now, this is what God has done. He has placed before you the immortal minds of your children, more imperishable than the diamond, on which you are about to inscribe every day and every hour, by your instructions, by your spirit, or by your example, something which will remain, and be exhibited for or against you at the judgment day.—Payson


William, aged five, had been reprimanded by his father for interrupting while his father was telling his mother about the new telephone for their house. He sulked awhile, then went to his mother, and, patting her on the cheeks, said, "Mother dear, I love you."

"Don't you love me too?" asked his father.

Without glancing at him, William said disdainfully, "The wire's busy."


"What does your mother say when you tell her those dreadful lies?"

"She says I take after father."


Mrs. White was undoubtedly the disciplinarian of the family. The master of the house, a professor, and consequently a very busy man, was regarded by the children as one of themselves, subject to the laws of "Mother."

Mrs. White had been ill for some weeks and although the father felt that the children were showing evidence of running wild, he seemed powerless to correct the fault. One evening at dinner, however, he felt obliged to reprimand Marion severely.

"Marion," he said, sternly, "stop that at once, or I shall take you from the table and punish you soundly."

He experienced a feeling of profound satisfaction in being able to thus reprove when it was necessary and glanced across the table expecting to see a very demure little miss. Instead, Marion and her little brother exchanged glances and then simultaneously a grin overspread their faces, while Marion said in a mirthful tone:

"Oh, Francis, hear father trying to talk like mother!"

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