My father was a true Southern gentleman. When he was not in the pulpit, he spoke softly. His words were tender, gracious, and kind. In contrast, when he preached, his eyes snapped with passion and were fixed on one thing—the proclamation of the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. His heart was anchored to his calling to preach the Word of God. My father was a friend to presidents, a counselor to world leaders, and a confidant to royalty. In his early interviews with the media, they ridiculed and acclaimed