One of my fondest memories is singing in the 1962 Chicago Crusade choir along with three of my brothers. I don’t think we missed a night. We would pack a lunch and go early enough so we could sit on the aisle in the front row. Cliff would often visit with us before rehearsals. I can still hear his voice as he introduced George Beverly Shea just prior to the message. Directing a 2,000-voice choir was quite the accomplishment. Today I found myself singing the songs we sang those evenings at McCormick Place.
– David Sanders