Today, Billy Graham transferred accounts from this world, to the next. I would say he died, but he would say he is more alive now than he has ever been.

His life now, is not the limited, Parkinson’s-riddled, trial that he experienced on earth. He is home, experiencing eternal life with God. Just as his favourite Bible verse (the classic John 3:16) promised him.

Was he perfect? Of course not – he was human and in need of a savior. That’s why he loved Jesus so dearly and dedicated so much of his life to helping others come to faith in Christ. It is only the one who knows his own darkness that clings so closely to the light.

I’m of mixed emotions today. I had the joy of getting to hear Billy Graham at the Sky Dome in Toronto in the mid 90’s. My faith had become my own – not just something my parents hoped for me – in the past few years at university. And I remember walking through the cement corridors of the Dome as I made my way down to the main floor, to profess my faith in Jesus. It was the moment I publicly declared my faith. And I’m so glad I got to make that walk, that first commitment, on the heals of Graham’s preaching.

I’ve been through wilderness seasons and trying times. But I’ve never regretted that decision. Jesus has guided and enlarged my life in ways I could never have imagined. And my story is just one small drop in the ocean of stories of lives committed to Jesus that come from the life Billy Graham committed to.

On the one hand, I’m sad to see this powerhouse of faith pass from this world.

On the other hand, I have found myself thinking throughout this day that there are few for whom the phrase “Well done, good and faithful servant” is so easily applied.

So long, Billy. I hope to see you in Heaven one day.