I love listening to Dr. J. Vernon McGee. He's got an accent and delivery that's part yokel, part lawyer, part cranky elder, part brain-damage victim and all preacher. He's dead now, so though you can hear him on Christian radio all over the place you don't have to worry any more that he's in pursuit of an active mission to turn people into kooks. He is worm food.
The idea of his radio shows was just a close-read of the Bible, verse by verse, attempting to explain what was going on with hillbilly common sense and an occasional Greek or Hebrew word - no KJV purist he - to appeal to the inferiority complex of the frightened fuck-ups looking for a guide to salvation.
His plowing through the Book of Revelations is fun because Revelations makes no sense at all: it's pretty much just babbling and as I say I like his voice. I haven't listened to his take on the Song of Solomon: saving it as a treat.
Listen if you dare, sissies.