The last page of this book claims my reading it was in vain if I didn't feel motivated to make Jesus a bigger part of my life. I disagree. I think it was entirely worth reading in order to understand and raise awareness of the sort of evil that is perpetuated by seemingly mild-mannered religious sorts.
Because that's how evangelists like Billy Graham get you. They pretend to be gentle, kind folk. They do 'good deeds'. Then they pounce with the evangelism. (My mother received this book from a neighbour after he came onto her property without asking permission and 'tidied up' the yard. He had previously had a go at her for not maintaining her garden to his standards when she was recently widowed and experiencing extreme emotional distress. Classy fellow.)
Really, all they're concerned about is your 'immortal soul'. I don't know if there's life after death or not, but what I do know is that mine is none of anyone else's business, thank you very much. One story Graham relates in this book is that of a pregnant woman in a troubled country who dies from complications before she can reach a doctor. The evangelist doctor mourns, of all things, that she had no opportunity to know Jesus before her death.
Graham talks about how some Christian groups make the lifestyle seem too simple, and emphasises that he wants his readers to understand it isn't simple. But there's something adorably simple about any worldview that assumes you either have all the answers or that there is someone else who does. I would have laughed all the way through the increasingly deranged explanation of Revelation if it weren't so terrifying to think I share a planet with people who seriously believe this and who think I should, too.
But there was far more in this book to disturb than that. From the descriptions of charity efforts in disaster-torn regions that are clearly opportunities to prey on vulnerable people with the Gospel message (sure, I'd accept your personal Saviour for a bowl of rice), to loving descriptions of calamities, to things that just... didn't make sense. At one point, Graham claimed it was more likely that the population could be reduced through war and disease than advances in birth control technology. He genuinely appears to believe relatively effective birth control doesn't exist and not that distribution might be an issue, which I would concede. He also claims that relaxed sexual morals lead to death. Without explaining this logic. I suppose all roads lead to death in the end...
What irritates me most about Billy Graham and the kind of Christians who could relate to his book is that they don't even have the balls to be 'out and proud' about how they really feel. Instead, the book is laced with innuendo buried in supposed caring. A line about nobody grieving more than God at many Jews being gas chambered by Nazis, placed in just such a location as to imply that their disbelief in Christianity was responsible/relevant to God's grieving. A quote from someone else about rampant homosexuality - Graham lets someone else take credit for his own prejudices. Using the unhappy story of a family who chose to stay and defend their house in the face of a storm as a metaphor. (We aren't all so lucky that choosing to run is a safe or easy decision!)
Other hilarious things I remember: a quote puzzling over how people believe instructions for the working of their VCR but not the Bible, 'instructions for life'. (I can take apart my VCR but can I take apart the universe?) Avowal of the literal truth of the Bible simultaneously with citing statistics - SCIENCE, Billy! - to 'prove' a point. Denouncement of yoga, meditation and holistic medicine, because one is connecting with a 'higher self', a form of idolatry. I had to play Pokémon while reading so as to struggle through the book, and the game has its own creation myths so I guess I have committed the sin of idolatry while reading. Sometimes I had to stop and beat the book vigorously against a hard object to relieve my feelings over some particularly disgusting passage. I suppose that's closest to blasphemy.
I think this book, and all copies of it, should be destroyed. It disgusts me to think that such hateful and delusional nonsense can be given the legitimacy it is, and I can think of some good Christians I have known in my time who would be disgusted to be associated with this hysterical tripe. Billy Graham talks a lot about the great deceiver, the antichrist, who will inject just enough truth into lies to empower them. He doesn't seem to realise that this is exactly what he is doing with his personal belief in Christ: citing terrifying disasters and awful truths of our society in order to push what is ultimately only his BELIEF.
My personal belief is that Billy Graham's belief is bullshit, but I don't know any more than he does. What I do know is, if his God is real, I'd be happier to go to hell with all the good people I love and believe in.