Finding Home with the Beatles, Bob Dylan, and Billy Graham: A Memoir of Growing up Inside the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association
By Jess Archer
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One was the greatest rock band of all time, another was a misunderstood poet and Christian convert, and the latter is called, Americas Pastor. The Beatles, Bob Dylan, and Billy Graham were the three forces of artistic and spiritual expression in Archers childhood, and the trio of figures in her fathers conversion to Christianity and lifes work.
Finding Home with The Beatles, Bob Dylan, and Billy Graham is Archers true account of growing up inside the world of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association. For fifteen years her family traversed the globe to prepare cities for Billy Grahams large-scale, sweeping evangelistic meetings. This book details the gritty struggles she faced as the new kid in town and the intense anxiety of their transitory life. With humor, insight, and help from two of the greatest musical forces on the planet, Archer explores the universal question, Where is home? Through her fathers boss, Billy Graham, she finds her way toward the answer to that question.
Jess Archer
Jess Archer is a freelance writer. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her singer-songwriter husband, B. Sterling Archer, and their two children. Archer is a member of the Writer’s League of Texas.
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Finding Home with the Beatles, Bob Dylan, and Billy Graham - Jess Archer
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TABLE CONTENTS
Preface: In Every Neighborhood
Chapter 1: All You Need Is Love
Chapter 2: My Father’s Crusade
Chapter 3: My Mother’s Crusade
Chapter 4: My Crusade
Chapter 5: Such a Fine Word
Chapter 6: Panic
Chapter 7: Traveling with the Beatles and Bob Dylan
Chapter 8: Quilted Color-Block Squares
Chapter 9: Fitting In
Chapter 10: Certain of What She Could Not See
Chapter 11: The Locked Room
Chapter 12: In My Life
Chapter 13: Back in the USA
Chapter 14: Crusade Brats
Chapter 15: One of Us
Chapter 16: The Visionary and the Poet: My Father’s Final Crusade
Chapter 17: A Story about You
Chapter 18: My Last Crusade
For my earthly father
and
for the late Thom Williams
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment
to arise.
—The Beatles
Preface
In Every Neighborhood
In every neighborhood there is a tennis shoe looped around a telephone wire, a tilting mailbox, and a bicycle left out in the rain.
And in every neighborhood is a house for rent.
My father moved his family of six around the world for fifteen years because he felt that God had called him to work for Reverend Billy Graham.
I believed in that calling, even as I suffered for it as a child. As my body grew up, my eyes saw what can only be described as a movement of God’s Spirit under the stadium lights during countless Billy Graham crusades. But of my father’s four children, I struggled the most to reconcile myself with the life we lived. I was a broken blackbird in the night who sang a tearful song and who would not rise from the challenges of our kind of life until the dawn of my young adulthood.
In a bedroom of one of those houses for rent is a brown cardboard packing box with my name on it, printed in all caps in my father’s definitive, assertive hand. The box sits on beige carpet in a freshly cleaned bedroom, where it waits for me—in the dark of night, in the light of day, in the quietude of "no one lives here yet." The objects inside the box hold their breath until I arrive. When I come, I will step into that house like a blind girl feeling her way. For the first time, my hand will brush the walls through every room.
I will find my new bedroom and the box waiting for me. I will pull up the tape and start over again.
Chapter 1
All You Need Is Love
As a child, I felt that my father’s dramatic conversion to Christianity was just like one from the Bible…only his happened in the seventies and there were bell-bottoms—and lots of drugs. Otherwise he could have been Lazarus rising from the dead. Jesus called out in a loud voice, ‘Lazarus, come out!’
When my father told his story, I remembered again that the gospel calls us out, calls us straight out of death and into new life.
It was my father’s story of his conversion to Christianity that reignited my own faith over and over again in evangelism, and in the oddity of our nomadic life as we traveled the world with Billy Graham.
When Dad told his story, I wanted people to hear it. I wanted people to get the point. And the point, after all, was Jesus. Dad’s story was about people praying for him behind his back, people loving him with a gentle shove toward the cross. And in some ways it was about the best music in the world, composed by the Beatles and, later, Bob Dylan. Because of my father’s conversion story, I felt he could be trusted for hitching our wagon to Billy Graham’s.
My father, Richard James Marshall, could have been the Warren, Michigan, blond, blue-eyed poster boy of the 1950s. Of German descent, and son of the local school board president, Dad was smart—and the dashing eldest of three Marshall kids.
The only solidly Christian thing in my father’s childhood was his maternal grandparents. His grandfather started each day at sunup by reading the Bible. Dad’s grandmother used to slip into his room when he was a very small child to hold him and sing Jesus Loves Me
in a whisper. But that simple, subtle thread hung loose and disconnected. It was of no value to him until college.
Dad’s childhood was a mostly tense one. His father was prone to outbursts of verbal abuse and was virtually unavailable when it came to offering praise or encouragement. His parents fought openly and often. Long car rides to visit Dad’s grandparents in Florida were spent in a smoke-filled Chevy with the windows up, his father puffing silently and his mother dissatisfied and feeling rejected.
My mother, Becki Lynn Decker, on the other hand, was raised with probably more overt Christianity than anyone should claim—a bit of an overdose of all things born again.
Her father, my papa Decker, was a midwestern Baptist preacher in the one-traffic-light town of Gladwin, Michigan. Before that, he was a preacher for an even longer time in Deckerville, Michigan.
Every Sunday morning and evening, their family of seven attended church, where my grammy Decker faithfully played the church organ. Mom’s maternal grandparents had been missionaries on the Alaskan Aleutian Islands and in Mexico, and her uncle directed with gusto the Good News Camp for Kids, where Mom had first asked Jesus into her heart at age six. She wore sequined eyeglasses as a teenager and was voted homecoming queen in her senior year.
By the time my mother was ready for college, her faith in Christ and every jumper she wore had been lovingly hand-stitched. She was a Baptist-born American sweetheart.
My father raced to college in 1970 in a state of panic and for one reason only: to avoid the Vietnam draft. The summer after he graduated from high school, the US government Selective Service’s national lottery was held. Men whose birthdays fell within the first hundred dates drawn would be eligible for military service in Vietnam.
Dad’s birthday was number 6. His only hope to avoid enlistment was to enroll in a university.
He had applied to four schools in Michigan, and he attended the first one that accepted him, which happened to be Central Michigan University. On his first day of college, as my grandparents pulled away from his dorm and waved good-bye in their Chevy Caprice station wagon, eighteen-year-old Rick Marshall cried. He was there to avoid a cause, but he had no inkling how to find one.
Within hours of his first day of dorm life, his suite mate burst into his room. Who wants to get high?
Dad leapt at the offer. For the next three years, he let drugs take him down a dismal, bleak hole.
My parents met in 1971, in the fall of their sophomore year of college at CMU, and although my father was attracted to my mother physically, he was emotionally detached from her. There was no center to his life from which to draw out love. When Dad had entered college as a freshman, his parents were already on the verge of divorce. Subconsciously he sensed their layered distance from each other, and it deeply depressed him. During one winter break, he took Mom home to meet them.
When she asked, Why does your mother sleep on the sofa in the basement?
Dad could only answer lamely,
I guess she’s sick.
How long has she been ‘sick’?
Five years, I think.
It was all just more reason to escape into drugs.
Dad had already leapt into the anti–Vietnam War scene on campus, first blindly participating in rallies, and then vehemently leading them. Pot sometimes helped him escape his mounting depression, and LSD thrust him so far from his own cynical conscious mind that he took the risks. He began taking art classes, specifically oil painting, hoping to unearth a hidden talent or at least tap into his mounting anger and disillusionment in a world at war.
His paintings were dark and cold, showing stark figures whose expressions reflected internal agony. His professors commended him and encouraged his talents. He stayed in the studio late into the night with friends. He wore his hair long and was voted student body president in 1973, yet he had no idea what he wanted out of life.
Then, one very cold December night in 1973, Dad attended a film festival on campus and took some LSD. Halfway through one of the films, he started to fall apart from a psychedelic trip. The film suddenly appeared in 3-D, and it seemed as though his legs didn’t work anymore. Everything in his vision was blurred and swirled.
He stumbled out of the auditorium. For the rest of his life, he would wonder just what took place in the next series of minutes. Did he fall down? Did he step into traffic and get hit by a car? All he knew is that someone began calling his name.
Rick, what’s happened? Your leg!
It was Diane Morris, a young woman with whom he painted in the art studio. He had collapsed on the pavement by the side of the road. His brain registered searing pain running up his entire leg and lower back.
Rick, what just happened to you?
Diane tried to help him up.
He had no answers. Under that clear, cold night sky, he dragged himself a hundred yards to Merrill Hall and up three flights of stairs to his dorm room.
Dad didn’t