This story is from Darci
Today Billy Graham’s death is all over the news here in the US. It is literally making me so angry seeing him held up as some kind of God.
We lived in the same town as his choir director, Cliff Barrows. By the time I was a teenager, my father had more money and we had built a home on the side of a mountain in SC [South Carolina], within walking distance of Mr. Barrows. It was also within an hour of Billy Grahams North Carolina home.
However, as a young child, as far as I know my parents had no personal connection with Graham other than the fact that my father sang well, and both of them sang in the choir at several of his crusades, as did many Southern Baptists.
My memory involves being taken to a back room in…
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