D. James Kennedy...
(Tim; on the occasion of the death of an evangelist) On a flight some years back, I had a seat mate who was the leader of a well-known jazz band tracing its origins back to the big band era. It happened I knew of this man through a bari sax player who was a member of Church of the Good Shepherd. My friend played with this band and served as this man's right hand man in organizational matters. So after telling him of our mutual acquaintance, we got into a discussion of Christian faith.
Not far into the discussion, he told me someone else had talked to him about spiritual matters and called him to put his faith in Jesus--some pastor in Florida. He'd had a gig at this guy's church and the man had taken him aside to speak to him about his soul. He'd been a real gentleman about it, but persistent and sincere. Let's see, what was his name?
"Kennedy, Jim Kennedy" I asked?
"Yeah! That's the guy," he exclaimed. "He was a real gentleman. And he said he wanted to hear back from me what I did with Jesus."
Praise God for Jim Kennedy. May God make me such a lover of lost souls, a shepherd who is bold in speaking of sin and righteousness and judgment.