In the warm, golden glow of the chapel lights, Evangelist Jimmy Swaggart stepped to the pulpit with the steady grace of a man who had walked this path for decades. His Bible rested in one hand, the other gently gripping the microphone. The air was thick with reverence — not a sound, not a shuffle — as if the very walls knew they were about to hold something sacred.
Jimmy Swaggart Lifts a Chapel to Silence in Song In the warm, golden glow of...