Temperance Sermon Illustrations

Temperance Sermon Illustrations

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A President's Promise

But motor accidents increase, liquor-contributed juvenile delinquency grows, drinking among women and children at the open bar becomes a public scandal, and the number of saloon equivalents, open drinking places in America, reaches the appalling all-time record of nearly five hundred thousand. In spite of the inaugural promise of the President of the United States when he said, "The saloon must not return. By no possibility, at any time or under any conditions, at any place, or under any circumstances, shall that institution, the saloon, or its equivalent be allowed to return to American life,"—in spite of these solemn and measured words, "happy" days are here again!—Daniel A. Poling.

Presumption Not Faith

"I'll loose my camel and commit him to Allah's care," said a man one day to the Prophet, who replied, "Tie up your camel and commit him to God." How many foolishly run into temptation, even though they know alcohol has a fatal attraction for them. The wise man or woman will, by God's help, "tie up" their besetting sin, and commit themselves moment by moment into God's care, to be kept by his grace.—Christian Herald.

A Mother Kneeling in the Snow

The story is told that John G. Woolley was in a saloon drinking when he saw his mother kneeling in the snow just outside the door. He was awfully ashamed of her and slipped out the back door. That day's work against the evil of drink cost his mother her life. The saloon went on with its nefarious business. The son staggered on downward for thirteen awful years of sottishness. But finally the snow-set prayers of his mother won. He was converted and proved to be one of America's bitterest foes to the saloon and most eloquent advocates of temperance and prohibition. It takes not only resolution to restrain, prohibition to prohibit, but God in answer to prayer to make and preserve a sober nation.—Gospel Herald.

Liquor's Dreaded Bedfellow

Has not Professor J. B. S. Haldane of Cambridge University told us that "a man is about five times as likely to get cancer if he drinks beer daily and no milk, as if he drinks milk daily and no beer"? Also that "the death rate in the alcoholic trades from cancer of the mouth, throat, etc., at ages under 65, is double the average."—Sunday School Times.

Alcohol's Color Scheme

"Beverage alcohol," said "the doctor who knew," as quoted in Grit, "gives you a red nose, a black eye, a white liver, a yellow streak, a green brain, a dark brown breath, and a blue outlook!'

A color scheme that wouldn't appeal to a truly artistic soul!—Christian Union Herald.

Why This Town Stays Dry

One town which has been, is, and will be dry, whatever happens to the Eighteenth Amendment, is Harriman, Tenn., with a population of eight thousand. A clause in every deed to land provides that liquor shall not be allowed to be manufactured, sold, or even stored on the property, or the lot will revert to the company which founded the town.—The Union Signal.

Said Sgt. York, "I Used to Drink Liquor"

Sgt. Alvin York said, "I used to drink liquor; drank it for ten years; drank it until I broke the hearts of those who loved me and prayed for me. And then. one night in 1914, I knelt at the altar in a little mountain church in East Tennessee, and confessed and repented of my sins. I arose from that altar a new man in Christ Jesus, and broke with liquor forever !" And he is the soldier who, in World War I, disarmed and brought 153 German prisoners into camp!—The Chaplain.

"There is no disease in the world for which alcohol is a cure. . . . It does undeniably cause thousands of cases of disease. . . . Its use is ruinous to the kidneys, liver, heart, and smaller blood vessels, and gives rise to that most common fatality, high blood pressure.

"All this has been proven by innumerable tests. Two men may play tennis or chess equally well. Give one of them a single glass of beer and he will be easily defeated by the one who abstains."—Dr. Howard A. Kelly

No Happiness in a Bottle

Dr. Roy O. McClain, pastor of the First Baptist Church, Atlanta, Georgia, pours out barrels of truth about a bottle in these wise words:

"Seventy million Americans drink alcoholic beverages. Some are convinced that happiness can be bought in a bottle. What irony! The very process designed to induce an inner state of happiness contributes to its disappearance, oftentimes as early as the next morning's hangover. In this day when 'scientism' has been enthroned one should look at the scientific facts. It is not enough to denounce and negate. The new psychology toward drinking —a psychology of tolerance, one associated with 'the thing to do,' is little more than studied, heavily financed subterfuge.

"The measurable effects of alcohol are not stimulating but depressing. Acting as a narcotic, it sends life into a pink Valhalla for a miserly brief moment and there the ooze of its mild sedation seems to reduce problems tremendously. For a few minutes or hours the world is painted pastel while personality yields to the calloused hands of drunkenness.

"But such hands are impersonal hosts insomuch that a Japanese proverb begs for recognition: 'First the man takes a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes the man.' And lo, the very state of affairs which seemed so intolerable now is compounded in misery.

"To millions of men and women the habit of drinking stems from the hectic pace of modern living. Life's everwhirling pace, its competitive demands, its ulcerated societies, all drive men to the point of despair. Having no real sense of inner calm, many seek it in external prods. When the workday is over, the ragged nerves, acutely accentuated by bumper-to-bumper trafBc, often dirty tenements and noisy voices, cry out for relief. The sight of congested, ugly apartments or flats, the pile of work left undone, yearn for some imaginary island of peace, quiet and beauty.

"Then cold, stark realism removes wishful thinking; there is no such island for most of us. Hence, the jaunt to the nearest saloon as an alternative. So, over the second or third drink, personality gambols through its make-believe world.

"The embarrassingly specific fact remains that problems still await the sobering process. One more problem is added by drinking and the ugly cycle begins again, day in and day out, until life ebbs away and the soul is lost in an undertow of loud talk, mounting debts and estrangement to God."

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