I was a child in the sixties, and grew up with Billy Graham on our little black and white TV. We weren't an overtly Christian family (far too admittedly dysfunctional), but he was my parental attempt at being mainstream, I suppose. My Mom loved him, so I did.
In a past life I was very close to someone who worked for Samaritan's Purse as first a missionary and then, eventually, a numbers cruncher. As the former, his family suffered due to his long absences and meager pay. The latter came to pass because four kids and a wife finally said no more to both. Even as true believers, the family complaints (and questions) were eventually enough to make the difference. He was able to stay closer to home, though his pay was still minimal.