My enjoyment falls into several categories. We have great people at Back to the Bible. The ones I work most closely with challenge me, assist me and make me a better me. All the others play significant roles in allowing me to teach the Word and touch the world. But beyond our people, I love getting letters and emails from our listeners. I never know the impact of things I say until someone writes and tells me how that was just what they needed that day or how some tiny thought helped them significantly. Most often, the things I say that seem to be enormous to me make little impression on others. The little things I say are what seem to be enormous to our listeners and viewers. Not all the feedback I get is positive, but I love hearing from people who love Back to the Bible. Finally, the thing I enjoy most about working at Back to the Bible is that I get to study God's Word every day, and they pay me for it. I have the greatest job in the world.

What do you mean a day off? What exactly is a day off? My life is spent preparing for the next time I'm in the studio or writing a book because the demands of this ministry are so great. My wife and I do like to get away for a week or more at a time but that often involves my preaching, meeting donors and doing ministry things. When we do take time off and get away alone, we have to get far away and not take a cell phone. If I had a day off at home, I'd probably take a nap, or if my wife found out, I'd cut the grass.

Nature photography; writing; being creative

I remember the night I was saved. It was in the smaller of the two churches my father pastored. I can't remember the exact day, but it was in March and it was cold in western Pennsylvania. We had an old pot-bellied stove in the center of the church to heat the whole church. A deacon would fire that thing up about an hour before the service, and when the service began it was about 55 degrees in the church. When the service ended, it was 110 degrees. It was so hot the first row of pews had to be removed and the paint blistered off the old wooden painted pews in the second row (which was now the first). The evangelist was preaching to children, and when he gave the invitation that night I came forward because I needed a Savior. We knelt by that old pot-bellied stove at that first bench, and when he talked about the fires of hell, I knew exactly what he was talking about.