As he barnstormed across America, Jimmy Swaggart would prowl the stage like a born-again Mick Jagger, all swagger as he strutted, bellowed, banged on a piano, spoke in tongues and — in a pitch he ...
Today’s column comes straight out of ancient times. This is wrath-of-God stuff. We are talking fire and brimstone, baby, right out of the Old Testament cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. Nah, you know I’m ...
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