Billy Graham's America

Billy and I hit New York City at the same time, the summer of 1957. He was 38 and about to clinch his reputation as the premier evangelist in twentieth-century America. I was twelve and about to taste freedom. But not quite yet. Without my permission, my parents packed themselves and me into a steam...

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1. VerfasserIn: Wacker, Grant 1945- (VerfasserIn)
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Sprache:Englisch
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Veröffentlicht: Cambridge Univ. Press 2009
In: Church history
Jahr: 2009, Band: 78, Heft: 3, Seiten: 489-511
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Zusammenfassung:Billy and I hit New York City at the same time, the summer of 1957. He was 38 and about to clinch his reputation as the premier evangelist in twentieth-century America. I was twelve and about to taste freedom. But not quite yet. Without my permission, my parents packed themselves and me into a steamy subway to go down to Madison Square Garden to hear the Great Man preach. I remember that he was witty and charismatic and at the end of the sermon thousands surged forward to give or recommit their lives to Christ. Beyond that, nothing stuck. Soon our first family vacation to the Big Apple was finished, and we headed back to the quiet of a small town in southwest Missouri. As a kid, I never could figure out what the big whoop over Graham was all about. I soon realized, however, that Graham's core constituents—the millions of preponderantly white, middle-class, moderately conservative Protestants we might call “Heartland Americans”—did not share my puzzlement. They knew exactly what the big whoop was all about.
ISSN:1755-2613
Enthält:Enthalten in: Church history
Persistent identifiers:DOI: 10.1017/S0009640709990400