Pt. 2
Harland Sanders. C.M. Ward. Jimmy
Swaggart. Kathryn Kuhlman. Ernest Angley. Cornelia Wallace. Dale Evans Rogers.
Ruth Graham. Dr. James Dobson. Richard Dortch. Katherine MacGregor. Taylor
Lautner. George Beverly Shea.
And since I save all of my written reminiscences
for my children’s children, (and their children) I believe it behooves me to
give an account of my proximity to, (and in some cases) my interaction with the
foregoing list of spiritual, (some more so than others) dignitaries.
HARLAND SANDERS
The year was 1968, and as a Sophomore,
I had transferred from my local community college to Southeastern Bible College
in central Florida. Even as a student living off campus, I was required to
attend a certain number of chapel services each semester. I will never forget
one chapel service in particular.
The guest speaker was none other than
“Colonel” Harland Sanders; founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken. Since he was born
in 1890, my math skills make it abundantly clear that the dear old man was
approaching 80 at that time. He wore his characteristic white suit and black
string tie, and he looked remarkably like the guy on the KFC sign! Black
spectacles. Check. White hair. Check. White goatee. Check. Yep. The old gent
behind the podium was a dead ringer for the Kentucky Colonel of fried chicken
fame.
I think the thing I remember most and
best about Colonel Sanders was the kindness he virtually exuded through his
very pores, and how very sedate his tone of voice. Even with a microphone, I
had to strain to understand his words.
And while I might add this final
comment to the majority of the stories herein, (as I have become an avid
collector) I regret that I did not exert the necessary time and effort to
procure the good man’s autograph. So much like the first line of my favorite
Victorian novel, “Jane Eyre,” which speaks to the impossibility of taking a
walk that day, this possibility has long since escaped my grasp.
Pt. 3
C.M. Ward
The Christian evangelist, C.M. Ward,
was very well known among Pentecostal believers in the mid-20th
century, especially for his popular radio program, and found himself near the
top of the list of persons devoted to that spiritual calling.
In relation to my rather short story,
I recall walking past this evangelist in the stairwell which led to one of my
classrooms of my beloved alma mater. He, subsequently, shared something of some
spiritual import with the members of my New Testament class.
I’m sorry to say that if his message
resonated with me at the time, it has long since been securely tucked away in
the recesses of my wrinkled gray matter.
*To be continued
by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary, Vol. 71. Copyright Pending.
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