I wish I could introduce everyone to my friend Billy Strachan… unfortunately, he is busy pranking people in heaven.
Billy was the first person to show me Jesus Christ.. not tell me about him… but actually show me.
Billy went to play pranks on Jesus. He touched thousands of lives for Christ. Well, I suppose it helps that this blog post has the top spot on Google when searching for him. So.. I’ve decided to spruce the page up a bit. I will add his picture. Voila. Also.. I will put a few links to some of his sermons/lectures: Via Capernwray Store (a little expensive for digital downloads if you ask me.. but Capernwray is a good cause.. and his lectures are worth it). Ahh.. here are a few free ones. https://www.sermon-online.com/search.pl?d1=Billy+Strachan&lang=en&author=262
Please.. if you have any great Billy stories to share.. please leave them in the comments below. They are encouraging to me and to others who loved Billy.
Here’s more of my story with Billy. I was in Austria working at Tauernhof. I had had Billy as a lecturer in Germany and in England a few years before and I was immediately drawn to Billy and his lectures. His lectures made me want to stand up and scream “FRREEEEDDOOMMM!!!” after every lecture. He was the embodiment of freedom in Christ and I loved it. His stories set Christ free in my life. I was drawn to Billy then but I wasn’t one of this chosen ones.. those few people he discipled. I tried to strike up conversations with him but they didn’t go anywhere. It wasn’t till I met him in Austria that we hit it off. We were watching Fawlty Towers in the staff lounge.. having a good laugh (he was laughing more then I was). At one point he stopped.. turned it off and spoke directly into my life. He nailed 3 things I was struggling with in my life without knowing a thing about me. He looked, and spoke into my soul through the Holy Spirit (later I came to find out this was fairly common for him to do). I got all weepy. We went on to have a long chat about all sorts of things and he told me to email him regularly. I didn’t.. I didn’t feel I had anything to say and I knew how busy he was. I met up with him again that summer at a friend’s wedding. It was an honor to stand in a kilt next to him. He locked eyes with me and said, “You need to email me more”. Dang. So, I did. We had long email conversations. I was amazed at how much he wrote.. pages. Amazing. Then I didn’t get an email back.. odd. I got a phone call from a friend in Austria.. Billy had died as all good Scots die.. of heart disease. Man, I miss that guy. It was like having God himself stop what we was doing while creating the Universe to reach down and say “Hello”.. in a nice Scottish accent.