Jordan did not have a good sense of entrepreneurship or
marketing (he felt excellency and truth were enough to
make people want a product) so he never got his works
published professionally. Mostly, he photocopied them to
give to friends. I feel compelled to do what Leo did
not--get his works out there for the public to read as I believe
many people will benefit. Furthermore, I have greatly benefited
from others who have been generous enough to upload many
studies, sermons and theological research. It would be selfish of me
if I did not share what I have in my possession.
am the third daughter, Jill. It was I who sat under
Dad's (Leo's) teaching for 17 years. It was I who
edited every page of everything he wrote from 1978 on. I
witnessed the periods of elation when Dad would gain new
insights into the scriptures, and when he would become despondent
after having poured himself out writing it all down. I
was there when he said, "I don't know why God has inspired
me to write and I don't know who it is intended for, but if
the Lord wants it out, He'll make a way."
He has made a way and this is it!
I was born in
Kingsport, Tennessee on August 28th 1957. I had an
extremely happy childhood, playing and romping around the
countryside. Dad quit attending church when I was
a baby and I was somewhat unaware of Dad's inner
struggles with Christianity. Mother took me to Sunday School,
but more often than not, I asked to stay home with Dad.
When I was around 13 years old, however, Mother insisted I
attend church as I was becoming an impudent, rebellious,
hard-headed teenager. Mom gave me a choice of attending,
Sunday morning or Sunday night. I chose Sunday
night. I was prepared to be utterly bored. What
happened, though, is that I became fixated with the
choir. They sang with such joy! I wanted to feel
that same joy. Somehow I knew that it came from
having a guiltless soul, from being innocent. Of course I had not done any major sin or crime--I was only 13
years old. But without anyone telling me, I knew I was a
sinner. I asked to be baptized (to everyone's surprise,
especially my parents) and I went to the alter, repented and
was filled with the Holy Spirit. I truly felt clean and
this same time, Dad had started going to church. I was
at home when he made the phone call from St. Paul, that he
wanted to start attending church (after a 10 year
hiatus) when he got home from his business trip. I
was there when the pastor and his wife came late
at night to talk to him about church. I was there when
Dad walked up the long isle to the alter, and wept like a
baby. I was there when Dad came home from work after
having been reprimanded by his boss and knelt down with Mom at
the bedside and prayed with exclamations of joy!
was there when Dad started studying the bible and teaching
such beautiful lessons. I was there when he typed his
though I left home and moved to Kentucky. Later when Dad accepted the pastorate of
the Boston, Kentucky church, I was already there. I
heard him teach for the next 17 years.
it is only natural that I continue his work.