After the service he was approached by several businessmen. They told him in no uncertain terms "leave labor matter alone and just stick to saving souls. Stay away from political matters, you are rubbing fur the wrong way." To which Billy Sunday replied, "If I'm rubbing fur the wrong way, tell the cats to turn around!"

Friends, sickness is the great interrupter of life. It enters without knocking, changing all plans, mocking the idea of certainty, and diminishing hope for the future...