by Doug Giles
What a stark contrast I beheld last week between our Lyin’ King President, Barack Obama, and our American treasure, the Reverend Billy Graham.
Watching the ninety-five-year-old Graham’s final message to America via the Fox News Channel last Thursday night hammered me in three particular ways.
First off, as a self-professed hard-ass, I must admit that I was choked up by the testimonies of transformed lives of the black gent and the suicidal female twenty-something. Matter of fact, and I hate to admit this, I even started to tear up a bit and I haven’t teared up since my dad and my dog passed.
As an increasingly jaded little monkey that I’m becoming living in the Obamaland of lies and lawyer tricks, I was struck in my soul, once again, with the ever present reality of the power of God that’s afforded to folks who take responsibility for their jacked-up lives and repent and believe.
Yep, without a shrink, minus meds and without a day in rehab (imagine that) those who watched the Graham special got to see and hear, in living color, the raw power of God afforded to two contrite people who put their hope in God. It was simple and beautiful. Remember simplicity and beauty? I know … it’s tough to harken back that far, eh?
The second thing that smacked me upside my head and left me enamored was watching Reverend Graham pull off ninety-five years on this pebble with nary a scandal. Indeed, not a live man or dead woman were ever found in his bed. Billy belted out a life of character and integrity, a character and integrity that was pretty much a given to his generation. But to ours? Eh, not so much. His example of meaning what you say and saying what you mean made me want to do the time warp again because I’m really getting sick of the mountains of stercore tauri that we have to field nowadays.
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