Temperance Sermon Illustrations

Temperance Sermon Illustrations

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Clothing Someone's Daughter

"Papa, will you please give me a half crown for my new hat?" asked a schoolgirl of her father one morning. "No. May; I can't spare the money." The refusal came from the parent in a curt, indifferent tone. The disappointed girl went to school. The Father started for his place of business. On his way he met a friend, and invited him into a tavern for a drink. And the man who could not spare his daughter half a crown for a hat laid that sum on the counter, which just paid for the drinks. Just then the saloonkeeper's daughter entered, and said, "Papa, I want half a crown for my new hat." "All right," said the dealer, and, taking up the coin from the counter, handed it to the girl, who departed smiling. May's father was dazed, walked out alone, and said to himself, "To think I should have brought my money here for the rum seller's daughter to buy a hat with, after refusing it to my own daughter! I'll never drink another drop!"—The King's Business.


When Applied to Eggs

Clarence Darrow and Clarence True Wilson were debating. Said Darrow, "I bought some grape juice and put it away for a month and God turned it into wine." Wilson replied, "How about eggs? Nature in time will do the same thing to them. But I don't insist on eating them addled because it was nature that fixed them that way; and I don't argue my right to put them on the market." Darrow had no answer.—The King's Business.


Condemnation on the Face

An officer wearing the insignia of a colonel's rank called to see President Lincoln. Lincoln listened with sympathy to the man, for he knew that he had a record for gallantry, but he also knew that the lines on the officer's face told their own story of long and unrestrained indulgence. He rose up, and, as was his habit when deeply moved, he grasped the officer's hand in both of his own and said, "Colonel, I know your story, but you carry your condemnation in your face." The President afterward said. "I dared not restore this man to his rank and give him charge of one thousand men, when he puts an enemy into his mouth to steal away his brains."—Christian Herald.


When Business, Not Conscience, Voted

Did you ever sit at a table with strangers and overhear their conversation? These two women gave the liquor trade all that was coming to it. The younger one remarked that she couldn't understand the actions of her sister Helen's husband, John. As we remember, her exact words were: 'You know . . . it seems to me that he makes more `spiritual' talks than anybody in the church, except the preacher." Then she told about an auto accident she and her sister's husband John had experienced a few days before when a drunken driver had smashed into them. She said: "I couldn't help tell my 'spiritual' brother-in-law that that is what he voted for when he voted—for the re-legalization of the traffic—to help his business.".—National Voice.


The Greater Weapon

A company of people stood looking at an immense brass-mouthed gun. A gentleman said, "It is perfect and beautiful; but was there ever such a whole sure weapon of death?" "Yes, a distillery," said a lady aloud; and no one said a word more; they knew that every barrel of liquor scatters broadcast woe and want, shame and sorrow, disease and death.—New Illustrator.


A Squadron Leader Speaks Up

A "squadron leader" in the British Air Force, engaged daily in long distance reconnaissance flights and moral conflict with enemy 'planes, has borne the following striking testimony to the value of temperance: "I am not an abstainer," he said, "but in common with others on this job I must be a T. T. (total abstainer) if I am to be and do my best. The smallest quantity of alcohol is sufficient to affect adversely the powers of the eye, brain and hand that must be at their highest state of efficiency if we are to cope confidently and successfully with the enemy with whom, at any moment, we may be engaged in a life or death struggle thousands of feet in the air. What applies to alcoholic liquor applies also, in measure, to the use of tobacco and many of our men have given up smoking "for the duration."—From the London Daily Mail of January 21, 1940.


Cooked Brains

Ironical indeed was the appearance of a huge billboard recently displayed in the business district of Los Angeles, Calif. A huge portrait of a shrewd businessman appeared beside a slogan that, interpreted in one way, implied that real brains required a certain brand of whiskies. Behind the top portion of the head, electric lights flashed on and off at intervals, illuminating the area where the brain would be. The effect of the heat from the lights, however, gradually baked the paint on the forehead of the man in the picture. By daylight there could be seen a sharp alteration in the appearance of the forehead that had been "baked" by the repeated heat to which it had been exposed. The brain had been cooked. What a tragic symbol of what happens to the brain of many a man who yields to liquor propaganda!—The King's Business.


I Am Dry, Bone-Dry

Because I have known unborn babies to be cursed through booze; little children to starve because of booze; young people to be stunted for life through booze; gifted women to become imbecile through booze; leaders in industry to become beggars in the street because of booze; wedding rings to be sold for booze; every article of furniture to be pawned for booze; fortunes to be squandered for booze; girls to become prostitutes through booze; boys to become criminals through booze; women to be hanged because of booze; men to go to the electric chair because of booze; because of all the foregoing I am bone-dry.

Because I have never known booze to contribute to the happiness of a single child, or to the mental ability of a single young person, or to the moral uplift of a single middle-aged person, or to the comfort and blessedness of a single old person, I am bone-dry.

Why shouldn't I be bone-dry?—Guy Edward Mark.


What Criminals Say

Among many persons of some general intelligence, a notion prevails that fermented liquors rarely excite to crime. Such is not the judgment of those practically conversant with our criminal courts; such is far from the testimony of criminals themselves.—Cora Frances Stoddard.

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