He was flamboyant, a bit outrageous, and extremely effective. He became world-famous for his tent meetings.
I despise his religion and I certainly do not laud his legacy.
But, there is a super story about Billy Sunday that I want to share. It’s more than likely apocryphal, but that doesn’t matter. I love it anyway and wish it were true. And the following is my own rendition of the story as I remember it.
One night, as Billy Sunday was greeting people after one of his tent meetings (complete with the legendary sawdust trail), a well-dressed woman approached him. This was slightly unusual, as Billy’s crowds tended to be working-class folks, and this woman was obviously from a higher socio-economic class as evidenced by not only her dress but her manner.
She began complaining to him about how she didn’t like the sawdust trail, and the whole “coming forward” thing, and that she thought he’d do better and perhaps reach a larger audience if he toned it down a bit and made his sermons a little more intellectual and refined and not rant and rave about hell so much.
Billy listened patiently and when she finished, he gave her a very simple reply. He thanked her for her criticism and then said:
“Frankly, madam, I greatly prefer what I am doing to what you are not.”
I’ll pause a moment while you think about what he said. It’s awesome.
What does that have to do with this blog?
This blog is mine. It is not run by a committee. I do have some help (and my heart belongs to the committee that is “The Nefarious Please”) but I am in charge here. I determine what is written and how it is written. I determine what, when, where, and how. That’s fair, because I also take the blame.
I am happy to discuss anything if the person wants to come here and talk to me. I really don’t mind criticism. Hell, I get a bunch of it, and one’s skin thickens after awhile. And as I’ve demonstrated time and time again, I admit error and correct it quite readily. This blog isn’t perfect. There are only so many hours in the day and I have two blogs, four websites, and a working farm and I’m old and I get tired and sometimes I am cranky. I know I’m often sarcastic as hell. [Dave and I have learned that old people are cranky simply because we’ve lived long enough to have seen it all before and we’re tired of it, whatever “it” might be.]
But I do not give editorial license to anyone (except The Nefarious Please on occasion).
If you don’t like that I went on the Blessed Little Excursion, or if you don’t like the tone of my writing, or you think I should write about this or that, or not say this or that, well, that’s fine. As long as you are polite and don’t yell at me, you can come here and comment about it. I may heed your advice and I also may ignore you. But in addition, I would encourage you to go start your own blog and do it the right way.
I’ll probably even read it. You can post the URL in the comments, and that will give you a head start with lots of free advertising.