In honor of Father’s Day, I want to pass along a humorous story. A Protestant clergyman had moved to a new town. His apparel was not unlike that of a Roman Catholic priest.
One day, the reverend was walking down the street, and he happened to pass some little Catholic boys. They tipped their hats to the reverend and said in unison, “Good evening, Father.”
After the clergyman had passed, one of the boys, who had not spoken, said in disgust, “Father! He’s no father—he’s got three kids!”
Taking those words out of context, and speaking to those of us who are males with children, may it never be said, “He’s no father.”