On Wednesday we all received news of Billy Graham’s passing. There were few figures my mother loathed more than the Rev. Billy Graham. It was the politics that she couldn’t stand, taking the position that given his public support of people like Richard Nixon, he was either a naïve or a despicable person: in either case he shouldn’t be speaking with authority. Intriguingly, she shrugged off the revivals, and may have simply passed them off as sheep being sheep in a culture with stadium-sized pastures. When as a young adult I became the kind of Christian that called Billy Graham a partner; we simply never mentioned his name again.
I was never able to have the kind of ire or adoration for Billy Graham that others have. As a child I felt mild annoyance that his revivals would take evening slots on one of only two television stations, but it’s…
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