Pondering Billy Graham
Today as I drove from a funeral to the cemetery I turned on the car radio and they were broadcasting live from Billy Graham’s funeral service in Charlotte.
His son, Franklin was preaching, and he was preaching the old, old story. It was his father’s only tune and he played it over and over again. Later at the parish fish supper someone asked me why everybody thought Billy Graham was so great. I said it was because he preached the simple message of a human race locked in sin and in need of a savior, and that God so loved the