this evening, i went to Billy Graham’s visitation at his childhood house in front of the Billy Graham library. it was packed, but the line went fairly quick. i’m still in shock his body was under that casket. i felt something when i was in his childhood house observing it. no explanation will suffice and no description will be as accurate as i want to articulate, but there was some type of energy/vibe within the immediate vicinity of that pine wood casket.
almost as if there was a higher power looking over us all.
-ratha, 6:25pm, 2.27.18