One day years later, I noticed my wife, Marilyn, going around the house reading the Bible. That was very strange. I asked myself, “What’s she doing with a Bible in her hands?” I had never seen that before. I knew we had a Bible in the house, but we never opened it up. It had sat in our library with an inch of dust on it until Marilyn picked it up.
I felt convicted because I’d been there before. I had grown up in the church. I had left the church to pursue my fame and fortune, and I’d never shared my faith with Marilyn or talked to her about spiritual things. We were too busy chasing our music careers, and she never showed much interest.