The first play God inspired me to write, Like Father, Like Son, made grown men weep openly in the congregation. It was a play about a man causing his son to be left in the rapture.

Sometimes a program for our church would be due in two weeks, and my mind would be blank. I would take pen and paper in hand and tell God, You know and I know I can't do this. He authored all my plays like taking dictation.

I would sit down at my dining room table and wait for God. When the anointing came, I could write eighteen to twenty pages without stopping and know every character for each part.

I never wanted to take glory from him and at the times the applause for me bothered me, until one night as people began to applaud, I felt all the applause come straight toward my heart and stopped midair, and immediately the praise went straight up to God—letting me know he was receiving the glory and honor for all the plays.

Very interesting and unique plays

that would be make wonderful Christmas movies—whatever God wants to do with them.

So many, many souls

were won to God—different things causing hopes to so many people.

So amazing.

So wonderful to be called a soul winner.