Sermon Illustrations
Author Phil Callaway Learns about Fatherhood
May 31, 1986, was a Saturday. My friends played softball that day. I paced a hospital hallway with my wife. At least I think it was my wife. Whereas Ramona had always been rather sweet and soft-spoken, this woman was more like Attila the Hun in a hospital gown.
"Rub my back," she commanded.
I pulled out the tennis ball.
"Don't touch me!" She hollered.
This continued for what seemed like 14 days, until I found myself face to face with ...