Sympathy Sermon Illustrations

Sympathy Sermon Illustrations

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"No, Me No Go"

This pretty little story is told of a spelling class in China. The youngest of the children had by hard study contrived to keep his place so long that he seemed to claim it by right of possession. Growing self-confident, he missed a word, which was immediately spelled by the boy standing next him. The face of the victor expressed the triumph he felt, yet he made no move towards taking the place, and when urged to do so, firmly refused, saying, "No, me no go; me not make Ah Fun's heart solly."

That little act implied great self-denial, yet it was done so thoughtfully and kindly that spontaneously came the quick remark, "He do all same as Jesus." After being saved by the Lord Jesus, ti e next thing is, to "follow in His steps " and keep longing for His appearing.—L. W., in Boys and Girls.


All Head

A traveler called his companion's attention to a firm's peculiar name. It was "Head and Hart." The companion remarked: "Poor Hart has died and left Head alone." This often occurs in Christian life, worship, and service—all head and no heart.—Sunday School Superintendent.


Have We No Compassion?

Compassion for the lost must show forth in everyone who has received it. Every unsaved one is lost—lost in the most fearful sense of that term—helpless, hopeless, peaceless, joyless, godless, and deceived, defiled, despoiled, enslaved, damned, and doomed by sin. The life of the heathen is characterized by spiritual uncertainty, ignorance, superstition, idolatry, selfishness, cruelty, unchastity, impurity, deceit. The dark picture in Romans 1:29-31 is only too true. A lady missionary with her porters had crossed a swollen stream. They sat down on the bank to rest a bit. An African mother with her dearly loved baby on her back essayed to cross over. The swift waters were too much for her and she and her baby perished. The porters saw them drowning but made no effort to save them but laughed instead. Are there others who belong to that class?—Inland Africa.


The Pity that Helps

There is a pity that exhausts itself in tears, but does little besides. It sees things are not right, but makes no effort to make them right. It talks about them and laments over them, but goes no further. There is another kind of pity. It is the kind that has eyes and heart to sympathize, and it also has hands to help. It quickly sees that weeping, even to the point of exhaustion, if it ends there, is not adequate in a world like ours. If all the energies bound up In tears and shed over calamities of one sort and another could be coined into bread and clothing and medicine and Bibles, both those who give and those who would receive would be better off.

What the world needs today is not fewer tears of sympathy, but the more general application of a real helpful ministry, such as each of us can render. We have not done our best until we have gone with the resolute purpose of taking some of the chill and the sting and the fever out of the lives of the people who are walking in a hard way.—The Prospector.


Our Lord's Touch

Some rude children in Madagascar were one day calling out, "A leper, a leper," to a poor woman who had lost all her fingers and toes by the dread disease. A missionary lady who was near-by put her hand on the woman's shoulder, and asked her to sit down on the grass by her. The woman fell sobbing, overcome by emotion, and cried out, "A human hand has touched me. For seven years no one has touched me." The missionary says that at that moment it flashed across her mind why it is recorded in the Gospels that Jesus touched the leper. That is just what others would not do. It was the touch of sympathy as well as of healing power.—Sunday School Chronicle.


In the Tempest, one of Shakespeare's plays, he makes the heroine, Miranda, say, 'Oh, I have suffered with those that I saw suffer': that was sympathy. What a contrast to the picture in Milan of a little cherub trying to feel one of the points of the Savior's crown of thorns! He has a look of incredulous wonder on his face, for he has been told it meant agony, but he cannot feel it. Our High Priest is 'able to be touched with a feeling of our infirmities', because He Him­self 'suffered, being tempted'.


There is starlight through the shadows for the feet that have to tread
In the path of secret sorrow, with the hidden tears unshed.
There's the glory of the sunset flaming red down in the west,
When the storm is hushed to stillness and the waters sink to rest.

There's a lamp that God has lighted where the shadowed pathways are,
And it sheds a softened radiance like the shining of a star;
There's a haven of sweet refuge from the deeply hidden pain,
Where the heart that long has suffered sees God's rainbow through the rain.

There's an angel in the shadows—oftentimes in human guise,
Who, in silent understanding, sees the tears that blind our eyes;
For the words may be unspoken, quiet waters running deep—
When the sympathy of friendship is outpoured on those who weep.

There's a twilight in the evening when the throb of pain is stilled,
And the heart, through human friendship, with the peace of God is filled;
And the twilight touches softly all the valley we have trod,
When a true friend's love sustains us, like an angel sent from God.

(1 Cor. 12. 26; Heb. 12. 11)


Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blessed.—Pope


A sympathizer is a fellow that's for you as long as it don't cost anything.


Dwight L. Moody was riding in a car one day when it was hailed by a man much the worse for liquor, who presently staggered along the car between two rows of well-dressed people, regardless of tender feet.

Murmurs and complaints arose on all sides and demands were heard that the offender should be ejected at once.

But amid the storm of abuse one friendly voice was raised. Mr. Moody rose from his seat, saying:

"No, no, friends! Let the man sit down and be quiet."

The drunken one turned, and, seizing the famous evangelist by the hand, exclaimed:

"Thank ye, sir—thank ye! I see you know what it is to be drunk."

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