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A certain "feature writer" in London had previously contacted
me in Pasadena, California by long-distance telephone from London.
I had talked to him freely, giving him what information he asked,
except certain definite facts and figures I did not have available
and was unable to give. Later an amazing story appeared. I was
misquoted, in a manner of speech I do not use. The story was so
slanted that many people could have drawn conclusions totally
contrary to the facts, thus seriously and falsely discrediting
Ambassador College.
Above I was just starting to tell you of the incident more
than thirty-eight years ago, which drew me into Christ's ministry.
It was a time when I was antagonistic to my wife's newly-embraced
religious convictions. But, as I want to explain later, I did not
leave her. I did not believe in breaking up families. I do not
now. Instead, I began studying the Bible for the first time in my
life, to prove whether she was wrong. I had fully expected to find
she was wrong. I was dumbfounded to find, six months later, that
she was right.
But now a certain wife, antagonistic against her husband's
newly-embraced religious convictions -- THE VERY SAME CONVICTIONS
AGAINST WHICH I HAD BEEN HOSTILE THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS AGO --
contacted this feature writer. And without getting the true facts
from us, another story appeared telling only the one side of the
story, again so worded as to falsely discredit Ambassador College
and this Work of God.
Later in this letter I will give you the TRUTH about all such
insinuations. I had come to England to conclude a contract for
construction of a new College building. This young writer appeared
on the College grounds. He learned that I was there. But because
of the manner in which my former conversation had been handled --
as well as interviews previously with officials at the College, I
refused to see him. Then it was reported to me that he had STALKED
unceremoniously without warning or being announced into Dr. Rea's
office.
Of course this young man undoubtedly knew nothing of Dr. Rea's
hypertension condition. What was said I do not know -- and now Dr.
Rea's lips are forever sealed from telling us. What I do know is
that a little later two of our painters were walking along in front
of Memorial Hall -- carrying a ladder, I believe -- when this
"feature writer" strode past them on his way out. They reported to
me that he was in a rage, and rolling down his car window, shouted
angrily at them to read his next story -- saying that if we thought
the last one was bad, just wait till we read the next one!
Our Librarian came to the entrance of Memorial Hall, found Dr.
Rea with his head bowed, and starting to collapse. His last words
in this life were "It was that man (naming the "feature writer")
who did this to me."
The Librarian helped him back into his office. He collapsed
on the floor. The Librarian called for help. Others rushed in,
helped lift Dr. Rea to a couch in his office. The College nurse