SINCE THEN I HAVE BECOME A BIBLE SMUGGLER TO CHINA: In March of 1998 you came to southeast Indiana to teach and minister to a group of about 300 men. I was–begrudgingly–one of them. My oldest daughter had just died of Leukemia two months earlier at the age of 14. I was consumed with grief but consented to go with a friend. He would not leave me alone about the benefits of my attending. While sitting in the dorm I told the Lord I did not want to be there, but now that I was there, show me that you want me here: Put someone in my path the moment I enter the building who has also lost a child. Ten minutes later my friend and I entered the registration room and who was standing right in front of me? A good friend who had lost his son a year earlier from electrocution. I melted under the loving hand of Jesus. You took over from there, under the guidance of the Holy One. I was a disbeliever in the experience of being "slain the Spirit." Three times I came forward, three times you stood in front of me, you did not touch me, and three times I was left on the floor, looking up at you. That night you delivered me from the spirit of human grief–which allowed the Holy Spirit to grieve in me. A year later you were back in Ohio preaching at a church on the east side. You walked up the aisle, waiting on the Lord to point out individuals to you. I was well-hidden by a large gentleman to my right and breathed a sigh of relief as you passed our pew. You then stopped; backed up five paces, then pointed at me. I looked straight ahead and did not respond until you said in a commanding voice, "You sir, come here." A minute later I was lying on the floor looking up at you. You knelt down and told me that "I would wail (Intercede—Romans 8:26) in prayer for a particular people." Since then I have become a Bible smuggler to China twice and finally took my youngest daughter Amy with me to work at a Muslim orphanage in northern China on the Inner-Mongolian border. Although I have never wailed in prayer for Christians in China I have prayed for them and try to send money to my organization for the printing of New Testaments. What you have just read is only the tip of the iceberg in how you have affected my life and my personal ministry for the gospel of Jesus Christ. This letter is mostly about the book I sent and that you now hold. At the end of your three days of ministry in southeast Indiana you allowed me to share about my daughter’s short life. When I finished, I noticed that many of the men were crying and began to form a line in front of me—and a ministry began that Sunday morning and this book is a result of that beginning. The story is not about "daddy’s little girl" but a testimony of Jesus living through a little girl. Jesus likened the "Kingdom of God" to little children and I believe Eva manifested these words in her short life. From March of ‘98 until December of 2012 this testimony (and now the book) has been a "God send" to those hurting and struggling with spiritual, physical, and emotional issues. I will always be thankful for your commitment to the gospel of Jesus and the anointing He has bestowed on you, Charles. As you read through the book, know that your Spirit-guided life had a part in it. In closing, I have kept and still read every one of your Newsletters from April of ‘98 to the present. I have made and passed out more copies than I can count. Thanks Charles and God bless you! I’ll look you up in Glory!