At age fourteen, he led twenty prisoners to Christ, and preaching became his magnificent obsession. His mind never stopped. Except at bedtime, I can never recall him idle. Even when he watched the news on TV, he’d lie on the floor and do sit-ups. No matter how late he returned from a trip, he would not go to bed until he had unpacked his suitcase. He studied, taught, wrote, hosted radio and television programs, preached, and led thriving organizations. Yet despite his many successes (as the president of two seminaries, the general director of the Christian Medical and Dental Society, the bestselling author of a shelf full of books and, most notably, as a fascinating, yet humble preacher), he always carved out time for our family. Always. Somehow, despite the constant demands for his attention, Dad made Mom, my brother, and me his top priority. I’m also grateful for my mother, Bonnie Vick Robinson, and my grandparents, all of whom were diligent, joyful workers. They demonstrated (as I hope you do to those you love) that work brings satisfaction. 5
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