It was i o'clock of a steamy hot morning, and the bums and drunks on Manhattan's Bowery were sitting in the doorways, just staring. The neat young stranger approached an unshaven old one. "Hello there," he said. "I'm Billy Graham."
"Beat it."
"You have a problem," Billy said. "You won't accept God."
"Gimme a dime, will you? I'm hungry."
Billy Graham gave him a dime, and the Rev. Dan Potter, executive director of the New York City Protestant Council, suggested that Graham move on to another group of derelicts. "I'm going to pray that you'll...
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