Legacy

My grandaddy was a Pentecostal preacher in the deep south.

He held tent revival meetings in the 40s and 50s and faced violent opposition–not because of his message, but because his meetings were open to people of EVERY race. My dad has a vivid memory from early childhood of his father bringing home and ministering to a fellow preacher who had been beaten nearly to death by the KKK.

This is my heritage.

My dad, too, became a preacher, but...