Billy Graham has died.
His influence can hardly be measured and though some still like to point out his inadequacies I for one am sure I will see him in heaven. I have a distinct and clear memory of his visit to Dunedin.
In 1969 Bill Graham came to Dunedin. I was 10 years old at the time and my sister was 8. I’d never heard of the man and so it was somewhat of a surprise that my father took us to his rally on Carisbrook the famous, now gone, Rugby ground. He seemed a long way away to me and I hardly listened to what he said. But my sister did and when it came time to go up the front and give our lives to Jesus she wanted to. I didn’t! The last thing i wanted to do was to go up the front but Dad insisted I take my sister and so dutifully I held her hand and we went up the front together and I dutifully said all that I was told to say and prayed all that i was told to pray.
It took a little longer to bear fruit in my life than in my sister’s but today I am a minister of the gospel – a place i never expected to be in my youth – but there’s no place I’d rather be.
Thank you Billy…