This is my second go round at being drawn to the truth, Im one blessed son of a gun. First it was as a JW, our slogan, "The Truth" we were Gods chosen people, heck he even gave us his name so there would be no doubt in our minds, and most importantly, signifying our seperation from the world. That's an honor of the highest importance, with expectations that were even higher. God fearing people, with lives devoted to serving him under very strict and rigid observance. This was Gods will for me then, and it's his will for those still there.
It was by his grace I was given this indescribable freedom of his truth. Drawing from experience and God's word, I feel a sense of sadness for those God has neither called or chosen. I just can't wrap my head around why he called me. I was no better than my fellow believer, and in some ways I was worse.
Who was Billy Graham?
A man who was respected by many, believers and non believers as well.
A man who never had one public report of imorality brought against him, to bring shame and dishoner to himself or his family.
A man who believed he was doing the will of the Father
A man who lived a rather modest and simple life
A gentle and loving father and husband, inspired by his love and devotion to God.
A man who could only do the will of God
Because God willed it so.
I watched a video of Mr. Graham when he was 96. He was at his home, sitting in his wheelchair, speaking of his deep reflection into the things of God since retiring. He had come to understand hell was not a litteral place of fiery torment, but rather a state of being cut off from God for eternity. He said he could not think of a worse torment than that.
He truly believed he was going home to God when he died. Maybe this was God's mercy and Mr. Graham's ignorant bliss.