Youth Sermon Illustrations

Youth Sermon Illustrations

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Guidance has changed more in 40 years than children, says Francis S. Warner.

"In fact, kids basically have changed hardly at all," Warner says, and he should know—retiring after 40 years as school janitor and custodian.

The most valuable thing teachers can do in guidance, Warner says, is to manage the two or three mean kids found in every group, "so the other children will influence the mean ones instead of vice versa."—Springfield, Massachusetts


The belief that youth is the happiest time of life is a fallacy, declares Carl Holmes, the literary wizard of New York. Every age has its silver lining and its golden glow. When we are young in spirit, we cannot help but enjoy life, no matter how old we are. Youth lies not in years but in feeling. I was once told by a friend, "In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station. So long as it receives messages of beauty, cheer, courage, and strength from fellow men and from the Infinite, so long are we young."—Friendly Chat


Youth today demands the excitement of a quick realization of results from intriguing techniques.—Jan de Swart, quoted by Conrad Brown, "The Pure Research of Jan De Swart," Craft Horizons


A woman working in a greeting card shop asked a teenager who had been looking through the selection of cards if she needed help. The girl answered, "Yes. Do you have a sympathy card for a girl whose telephone is out of order?"—Chicago Tribune


Our young nephew, who lives on a ranch, was staying with us so that he could attend school in Denver. As he dressed for his first dance, I asked him if he was taking a date. "No," he said. "I'm just going stud."—Charles Christianson in True


It requires knowledge as well as imagination to translate a boy's aggression into a plea for help—as one approved school headmaster said when he heard a boy cursing at a housemaster; "He's not really swearing; he's crying for Mum."—Oswald Bell, Girl Scout Leader


Youth is a world in miniature: bounded on the north by a thin substance called the skull bone, on the south by twin bits of shoe leather, and on the east and west by the outstretched finger-tips of expectation and hope.—Henry W. Prentiss, Journal of Education


Writing about children, an eminent physician recently affirmed he knew as much about boys and girls as any adult in the world—which, he added, is absolutely nothing. This was his way of saying that the heart of a child is wrapped in mystery, as of course it is. But if the prayers written by the 12-year-olds in my (confirmation) classes are any indication, the soul of every child harbors the highest hopes as well as the deepest fears of mankind.—William S. Hill, Christian Century


Youngsters aren't what they used to be. They never are. Each generation has its own outlook, its own problems, its own environment. Obvious as this may sound, parents tend to forget it. One expert who studied over 1,000 autobiographies of college students writes, "The youth of today has faced more moral alternatives by the time he is 20 years of age than his grandparents faced in a lifetime."—"Teaching Children Right from Wrong." Changing Times


Age and youth look upon life from the opposite ends of the telescope; to the one it is exceedingly long; to the other exceedingly short.—Defender


In the bright lexicon of youth there may be no such word as "fail," but he soon learns a lot of dandy synonyms.—Nuggets


The teenager sent his girl friend her first orchid with this note: "With all my love and most of my allowance."


What America really needs is more young people who will carry to their jobs the same enthusiasm for getting ahead that they display in traffic.—Changing Times


I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it one day,
And as my fingers pressed it still,
It moved and yielded to my will.

I came again when days were past,
The bit of clay was hard at last;
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more.

I took a piece of living clay
And gently formed it day by day,
And moulded with my power and art
A young child's soft and yielding heart.

I came again when years were gone:
It was a man I looked upon;
He still that early impress wore,
And I could change him nevermore.

( Exod. 2. 9; Prov. 22. 6)


The story is told of the poet Coleridge who had listened to quite a vehement argument by a visitor against religious instruc­tion of the young. His caller had concluded with the statement of his determination not to prejudice his children in any form of religion, but to allow them at maturity to choose for themselves. Coleridge made no immediate comment, but shortly afterwards asked this same visitor if he would like to see his garden. Receiving a reply in the affirmative, he led his guest to a strip of lawn overgrown with weeds.

`Why, this is no garden. It is nothing but a weed-patch,' said the guest.

`Oh,' replied Coleridge, 'that is because it has not come to its age of discretion. The weeds you see have taken the opportunity to grow and I thought it unfair in me to prejudice the soil toward roses and strawberries.'

(Prov. 22. 6)

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