I was 14 when I sat on the floor of my sister’s living room in Nashville and listened, entranced, as Rev. Derricks and Daddy talked about Jesus, the Bible and church songs they loved. There they sat, turned to face each other, their knees touching. Daddy’s arm rested on the sofa back while Rev. Derricks’ hand rested on Daddy’s arm.
Ronda Rich: The faith of the Rev. Cleavant Derricks