Worldliness Sermon Illustrations

Worldliness Sermon Illustrations

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Reason for Alarm

Thomas Guthrie used to say: If you find yourself loving any pleasure better than your prayers, any book better than the Bible, any house better than the house of God, any table better than the Lord's table, any persons better than Christ, any indulgence better than the hope of Heaven—take alarm.—Selected.


A Young Man's Question

A young man of twenty wrote to the question and answer column of a newspaper as follows: "I'm puzzled about life, and I wonder if you could help me? Am I different from everyone else of my age? Or do they wear false masks as I do? I go to parties and dances and act as if I were enjoying myself like everyone else I know. But I am not enjoying myself at all. I always feel that there is something missing, and I don't know what it is. . . Behind the laughing and the fun I think I look at life just a bit more seriously than most I know. I see more in life than just having a good time. Do you think this wrong at twenty? In a few years will I see things differently? Or should I take off the false face now, and act the way I feel?"

This young man was asking someone what was the matter with him, but got no help. He was not asking the right One. The Word of God would have put him on the right track.—Young People's Delight.


A Guide

Anything that dims my vision of Christ or takes away my taste for Bible study or cramps my prayer life or makes Christian work difficult is wrong for me, and I must, as a Christian, turn away from it. This simple rule may help you find a safe path for your feet along life's road.—J. Wilbur Chapman.


Not Loss, But Gain

A worldly, Christless young man went to visit his aunt, a Christian lady who had always been kind to him during the visit she took every opportunity to impress upon her nephew the need of Christ. "Oh," he replied one day in answer to a remark from her, "Christianity and religion are all very good no doubt, when one comes to a certain time in life; but it is not the thing for a young fellow 22 years of age. How could I give up the pleasures of the world and wear a long face? When one is old it may be all very well then." "Why George!" gently asked his aunt, "who asked you to give up the pleasures of the world? I am sure I never did. I only asked you to accept Christ's gospel." "Oh, is that it?" he replied; "I always thought I had to give up a lot. Well, if I become a Christian, I would not be as tight-laced as some folk I know—for instance, I would go in for many jolly things you do not." "Never mind that," answered his aunt; "accept Jesus first, and see about all that in the future." Shortly afterwards the young man did accept Christ, and when next he saw his aunt, as they returned to their former conversation he remarked: "Do you know, aunt, I find I have given up far more than I ever dreamed I should be willing to; and yet I don't count it a loss but positive gain."—Gospel Herald.


Ask the Police About Dancing

Even the "nice" dances are dangerous. The mid-semester "prom" of the Central High School in St. Paul for several years had been regarded by the local police as "a bad one." To improve the situation, the Hi-Y clubs at Central, made up of Y.M.C.A. members, were asked to sponsor the dance; but this year the affair was worse than usual. Two police women who attended reported that they were repeatedly insulted and even threatened with slugging. Policemen had to be called to keep order, and the Hi-Y clubs were temporarily suspended. It is often said that the private high school and college dances are in an altogether different class from public affairs and are quite unobjectionable. Ask the police in your city about that!—Walther League Messenger.


But pleasures are like poppies spread;
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snowflake in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Vanishing amid the storm.

These words are highly descriptive of the vanishing pleasures of time; but as Haldor Lillenas so clearly points out, we are:

Not made that our souls in sin should rust
And God's purpose forever miss;
Not made to be buried in the dust
But to rise to the heights of bliss.
Made to commune with God Himself,
And with Him ever be;
Not made for the trifling things of time.
But to live for eternity.—Gospel Herald.


A. C. Dixon's Experience

The late A. C. Dixon, well-known American preacher, at one time pastor of the Moody Church in Chicago, and later of the Metropolitan Tabernacle, London, England, in one of his addresses tells of having been drawn into one of these orders with the understanding that he was joining a mutual insurance company.

In describing the initiation, he said: "When I got inside and found presiding over the idiotic orgies, my deacon, one of the most dignified of the church, and found him putting me through that sort of proceeding,—and some of the prominent church-members with him, I felt like a fool, and I had half a conviction that they felt a little the same way."

"Before the first meeting was over," said Pastor Dixon, "the Chairman of the Annual Ball Committee made a report, and informed us that the tickets for the public ball were for distribution, and each of us were expected to distribute so many, and urge his friends to attend. `Well, well,' I thought, 'I am in it; I never thought I would get into a thing like this.' "

"So I didn't have any more sense than just to get up and say, 'I am not in the habit of attending public balls, and I don't know how to sell tickets to public balls. I believe your public ball is an abomination unto Heaven, and I cannot advise any of the members of my church to go.' "

"I went home," said the preacher, "feeling a little twinge of conscience, and I confess I did not go to sleep quite as early as usual that night. I had gotten mixed up with unbelievers, unequally yoked. I could not manage them; they had all the yoke on their side, and they were just carrying me headlong like a blind ox yoked in with them. I could not do a thing but just kick and follow, and I did that."

Next came an invitation to a progressive euchre party, and some time later to a stag party. Pastor Dixon now wrote to the lodge secretary: "My dear Sir,— I don't believe in your balls, and I don't believe in your progressive euchre parties; and as I cannot influence this concern for good, I offer my resignation."—The Christian Cynosure.

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