The skies over the high plains were hushed, as if heaven itself had bowed its head. Before a crowd of mourners stretching beyond the horizon — and millions watching across the world — Donnie Swaggart, now 70, stepped slowly toward the casket of his friend, Graham Greene.“Go to God, my friend.”
GO TO GOD, MY FRIEND: Donnie Swaggart’s Sacred Farewell to Graham Greene The skies over...