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By Freddie Smith Dr. Havner was coming for a week in our pastorate, beginning on a Sunday morning. He was already in Florida preaching at First Baptist Ft. Walton Beach. On Tuesday morning my secretary said I had a call and she thought it might be Dr. Havner. I answered and it was him. My first thought, he is having to head back to Greensboro; not feeling good. Well, he was feeling fine; and wanted to know if I was going to be in town the rest of the week. Most of the time,

Fifty-eight years behind the pulpit teach a person more about human longing than most textbooks ever could. My own revival began not with thunder but with the s

Spiritual dryness comes quietly. It creeps in between routines, finds space after years in the pew or behind the pulpit, and eventually leaves a once-bright fai