Just last week, on our way to the Carolinas Aviation Museum, we made a brief detour to visit the Billy Graham library, on the Billy Graham Parkway, about half way between Uptown and the airport, in a largely undeveloped area. On some lists, this is the top attraction for visitors.
We had a lengthy conversation with the affable security guard at the front gate. He mentioned that Mrs Graham is buried on the property, and they have the location for Mr Graham prepared for “when he passes”. Little did we know how soon that would be.
My mother was leary of television preachers, but she made an exception for Billy Graham. I think she especially enjoyed George Beverly Shea. I have a memory of her going to Forbes Field in the 1960s by herself to attend a Crusade.
Billy Graham never considered himself a competitor to established churches, but rather the shepherd leading the sheep to the door.