She was still a child when I left for college, but I remember she was a beautiful little girl. Joe McCall, another of our workers, would usually call the cows in with his Whooee, whooee, whooee! The interesting anecdotes of the crusades, the relationships with the famous drew me back into my own history trying to remember what each decade was like for me and where Graham was making history during my own life. I thoroughly enjoyed reading about his life and his service to God. In Just As I Am, Billy Graham looks back at it all with down-to-earth warmth and candor--remembering his dairy farm upbringing, his early preaching experiences, and the overwhelming international response to his public ministry based on his unshakable belief in Christ. Neither of us could sing, but we could move our mouths or hold a hymnbook in front of our faces for camouflage. For that matter, so did we kids: we went as a whole family. If you read this biography, you'll probably wonder how one man could possibly do, and see so much.
After we got there, my father would inquire at various boardinghouses to see which was the cheapest. This is an inspirational and unforgettable portrait that will be treasured by readers everywhere. It's nice to experience such a down-to-earth autobiography. He has preached to millions. It was Pedro who tried to teach me to chew tobacco.
To pray and encourage and share the Gospel with everyone, whether they are paupers, priests, or kings. We all simply believed in hard work. For more information write: Billy Graham Evangelistic Association, 1 Billy Graham Parkway, Charlotte, North Carolina 28201. Even when I grew older, I used to lie awake at night and wonder what would happen to me if I died. At first he was confident that his bank in Charlotte would reopen, but it did not. I have no doubt it was partly that experience that prompted Father to support the Christian businessmen in Charlotte who wanted to hold one of their all-day prayer meetings in our pasture in May 1934.
I think this book will give anyone who reads it, an absolute perspective of life on earth and the coming life, after death, of what our creator's plan is for all men! Once when I was sick, Mother thought she was giving me cough medicine, but she gave me iodine instead. Later, after I stretched out on my back in bed, I stared out the window at a Carolina moon for a long time. She sat in the front pew and shook her watch at her husband when it was time for him to quit preaching. Lindsay, the minister in our church, was a sweet and godly man. I was still attending The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky and would graduate in December 2002. It took at least six months for us to get adjusted to each other. That is, we are doing the same thing as Google, only within the framework of one subject.
I learned to obey without questioning. We just had to wait to see whether Catherine would survive. It was a hair-raising trip. For me the best part was that we usually went along with Aunt Ida and her husband, Tom Black, and their several kids, including cousin Laura, who was more like a sister to us. We thought we saw strange creatures peering out at us from behind the trees. That was when Albert McMakin stepped in. Billy and team members did not receive any portion of the offering.
I recommend it to any and everyone! In Just As I Am, Billy Graham looks back at it all - remembering his dairy farm upbringing, his early preaching experiences, and the overwhelming international response to his public ministry based on his unshakable belief in Christ. Ham to preach in a 5,000-seat tabernacle. . One day a few weeks into his campaign, I read in the Charlotte News about his charge regarding immoral conditions at Central High School in Charlotte. This is a fun and interesting book.
The book goes through his life chronologically, and it reads as if Mr. I believe he sincerely wanted me to experience what he had felt a quarter-century earlier. He had to start over from scratch. Maybe they would even do some bodily harm to the preacher. It took him months to recover from the blow. Every day the following summer, classmate Winston Covington, whom I called Wint, and I had to drive over in his car to spend two hours with a teacher who sat us down and tutored us in French.
Now 96 years old, this book was published when he was in his late 70's, and I often wonder what pages he might add if he could. My heart sank as I read the concern in his weary face. For example, one of my favorite stories is from when Billy had just married his wife Ruth. That sound told me that my father was on the move and expected me to hustle down the hill to rouse Pedro, one of the hired hands. My answer to that is: Billy Graham has lead a long and full life. For weeks Ruth and Billy prayed about whether they should go.
We had gotten separated from the other car, which was being driven by cousin Ervin Stafford; he had gone to school in Tahlequah and knew the country. They hated each other with some ancient instinct when they went in, but after spending the night inside they came out as friends forever. He reminded me of a mortician, though, because as far as I knew, he never told a humorous story. The principal did not like my haste and yanked my ear in reprimand. Nobody needed to tell me that. We always looked forward to spending two or three days each year on what was called a vacation.