Temperance Sermon Illustrations

Temperance Sermon Illustrations

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A Sermon in Rhyme

Someone in France received from the United States a poem, and sent it to the editor of the British Weekly. Here it is:

One evening in October
When I was far from sober,
And dragging home a load with manly pride,
My poor feet began to stutter,
So I lay down in the gutter,
And a pig came by and parked right by my side.

Then I warbled: "It's fair weather
When good fellows get together."
When a lady passing by was heard to say:
"You can tell a man who boozes By the company he chooses."
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away!—Sunday School Times.


Can You Save Your Captain?

On a stormy night a middle-aged man staggered into the Bowery Mission. He was intoxicated, his face unwashed and unshaven, and his clothes soiled and torn. He sank into a seat, and, gazing around, seemed to wonder what kind of a place he had come into. "Rescue the perishing" and other Gospel hymns were sung and seemed to interest him, and to recall some memory of his youth long since forgotten. As the leader of the meeting told the simple story of the Gospel, and how the Lord had come to seek and to save lost sinners, the man listened eagerly.

The leader in his younger days had been a soldier and had seen hard and active service. In the course of his remarks he mentioned several incidents which had occurred in his experience during the war, and he gave the name of the company in which he served. At the close of the meeting the man eagerly staggered up to the leader and in a broken voice said to him:

"When were you in that company you spoke of?"
"Why, all through the war," said the leader.
"Do you remember the battle of——.?"
"Perfectly."
"Do you remember the name of the captain of your company at that time?"
"Yes, his name was———

"You are right! I am that man. I was your captain. Look at me today, and see what a wreck I am. Can you save your old captain? I have lost everything I had in the world through drink, and I don't know where to go."

He was saved that night, and was soon helped by some of his former friends to get back his old position. He often told the story of how a soldier saved his captain, and how much he loved the words of "Rescue the perishing."—Gospel Herald.


An exact copy of the business card of J. J. McMurtrey, Dealer in Whiskies, Wines, Beer and Cigars, "The Temple Bar Saloon," Flagstaff, Arizona:

Friends and Neighbors: I am grateful for past favors and having supplied my store with a fine line of choice wines and liquors, allow me to inform you that I shall continue to make drunkards, paupers, and beggars, for the sober, industrious, respectable part of the community to support. My whiskies will excite riot, robbery, and bloodshed.

They will diminish your comforts, increase your expenses, and shorten life. I shall confidently recommend them as sure to multiply fatal accidents, and incurable diseases. They will deprive some of life, others of reason, some of character, and all of peace. They will make fathers fiends, mothers widows, children orphans, and all poor. I will train your sons in infidelity, dissipation, ignorance, lewdness and every other vice. I will corrupt the ministers of religion, obstruct the Gospel, defile the church, and cause as much temporal and eternal death as I can. I will thus "accommodate the public," it may be at the loss of my never-dying soul, but I have a family to support—the business pays, and the public encourage it.

I have paid my license and the traffic is lawful, and if I don't sell it somebody else will. I know the Bible says, "Thou shalt not kill," "No drunkard shall enter the kingdom of heaven," and I do not expect the drunkard-maker to fare any better, but I want an easy living and I have resolved to gather the wages of iniquity and fatten on the ruin of my kind. I shall therefore carry on my business with energy and do my best to diminish the wealth of the nation and endanger the safety of the State. As my business flourishes in proportion to your sensuality and ignorance. I will do my best to prevent moral purity and intellectual growth.

Should you doubt my ability, I refer you to the pawnshops, the poor house, the police court, the hospital, the penitentiary, and the gallows, where you will find many of my best customers have gone. A sight of them will convince you that I do what I say. Allow me to inform you that you are fools, and I am an honest saloonkeeper.—J. J. McMurtrey.


Twenty-Five Minutes

Life insurance companies are not governed by sentiment. They are coldly calculating.
The insurance business with them is a business and nothing more. Expectancy of life is the center of their interest, and they have reduced their calculations on expectancy to an exact science.

They have made this amazing discovery that every drink of liquor a man or woman takes reduces his expectancy of life by twenty-five minutes.

That is the result of a survey made by Dr. Arthur Hunter, actuary of the New York Life Insurance Co., after studying the records of sixty life insurance companies involving over two million persons.—National Voice.


Yes, It Warms One!

A patient was arguing with his dotter on the necessity of taking a stimulant. "But, Doctor, I must have some stimulant; I am cold, and it warms me." "Precisely," came the reply. "See here. this stick is cold," taking a stick of wood from the box beside the fire. "Nov it is warm, but is the stick benefited?" The man watched the wood first send out little puffs of smoke and then burst into flame, and replied, "Of course not; it's burning." And so are you when you warm yourself with alcohol; you are literally burning up the delicate tissues of your stomach and brain.—Sunday School Times.


When Savages Are Saved

Dr. J. G. Paton said that the savage inhabitants of the New Hebrides cultivate a plant from which is made intoxicating drinks. But as soon as they accept Christianity they dig up the roots, bring them together, and burn them in a great fire. They all become, as a matter of course, total abstainers.—Sunday School Chronicle.

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