“Poverty brought him from the backwoods, preaching God’s word in the street and from flatbed trucks. In an ancient Plymouth he criss-crossed the South in the 1950s, making perhaps $30 a week, finding beds where he could. He anointed the sick with oil. If, after many devoted years, he had become a billionaire, with two Lincoln Town Cars, a private jet, an estate of 200 acres and a plantation-style house of 9,000 square feet; if he wore a gold Rolex encrusted with diamonds and had, in his master bedroom, a Jacuzzi with solid gold taps in the shape of swans, this was God’s reward for his faithfulness.”