Why this site
I am the third daughter of Leo Jordan (He had four daughters, no sons). 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.”
Well, He has made a way and this is it! (To understand more about Leo Jordan, read the “About Leo” page on the main website).
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 innocent.
Around 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 Christianity. 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 at having recognized the enemy attacking him due to his new Christian walk!
I was there when Dad started studying the bible and teaching such beautiful lessons. I was there when he typed his first manuscript.
Finally, 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.
So it is only natural that I continue his work. And maybe add some of my own. After all, I learned from the best.
Welcome! I am a single, retired grandmother, helping to raise my 7 year-old grandson. My interests are gardening, reading, (EVERY room in my home is lined with bookcases FULL of books), zumba/dancing, thrift-store shopping and foremost—theology.
…This is me with my grandson, Braxton, in the summer of 2020.
