Watching the limousines pull up in front of the U.S. Capitol where the body of the Rev. Billy Graham was to lie in honor reminds me of a story that Graham, a man with a wonderful sense of humor, would enjoy:
After he was picked up at the airport, Dr. Graham said to his limo driver, “I’ve experienced many things, but I’ve never driven a limo. Would you mind letting me drive for a few miles?”
Nodding OK, the limo drive pulled to the side of the road. Graham took the wheel and the limo driver sat in the back passenger seat. When they traveled over the speed limit, a police officer stopped the vehicle. Both Graham and the limo driver rolled down their windows.
Perplexed at who he saw in the limo, the officer immediately called his captain and said, “There’s someone very important in the limo I just stopped and I don’t know how to handle it.”
“Important, like a senator?” the captain asked.
“No, more important than that,” the officer said.
“More important than that.”
“Good grief,” the captain exclaimed. “Who is it?”
The officer said, “Well, I think it might be Jesus because he has Billy Graham as his chauffeur.”