I remember how tears streamed down my face when I prayed the â??sinnerâ??s prayerâ? with Billy Graham.
I was only 11 years old, sitting on my parentsâ?? couch. About 30 minutes earlier, I had run downstairs from my bedroom out of boredom and flipped through the channels using this new handheld device called a â??remote control.â? I landed on a channel where a man was talking about Jesus in a stadium full of people. I didnâ??t know his name until the announcer said it at the end of the program.
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