My mother made sure the
television was tuned, one evening in the mid-60’s, to Rev. Graham’s crusade sermon.
His crusades were ‘must see tv’.
I recall hearing the usual invitation
Rev. Graham issued to those there and at home to ‘come forward’ in faith. That night, for reasons I do not know, I
quietly left the living room and climbed the stairs where I knelt at my bedside
and prayed. I recall that it was that night, in that room, on my knees, that I
understood that God forgave me for my sins because of the work of Jesus Christ,
and I offered my life to God, having no idea what that would mean.
There is nothing unique in my
story. It is a story repeated millions of time around the world, only the names
and places being different. That the Holy
Spirit used the preaching of Billy Graham to change the life of millions of ‘Billy
T’s’ is unique, and yet, if you ask Rev. Graham, he was not to be praised. He
was simply the instrument which the Spirit used. ‘Don’t make a big fuss about it’, Rev. Graham
would be sure to say.
The morning the news of Rev.
Graham’s death broke a friend of mine in California was golfing with someone
who remarked that she wished she was in heaven that day. My friend asked her
why, and she responded, “I imagine it’s quite the reception they are giving
Billy Graham in heaven!”
More likely, Rev. Graham simply
joined the crowd of saints marching in that day as they gathered to cheer the news
that some little girl heard mother or grandmother read to her about God’s love,
or that father or grandfather, while out fishing, told some little boy about
Jesus’ fishing, and that little child understood for the first time, ‘Jesus loves me’.
The ‘audience’ we each are
given is different, one friend, one spouse, one child. To a few the audience is
millions. All God asks is that we each ‘preach’
to the audience God gives us. Then, when we march in, we too will hear the words
Rev. Graham longed to hear, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” And to that
may I add, “Thank you, Billy Graham.”