I must have read the email a dozen times before printing it out and walking into Dad’s office. I closed the door behind me, an unspoken sign between the senior pastor and his son that we needed to talk immediately. I had received an email from Suzette [Hattingh] that something had changed. I handed the paper to Dad and watched him read every word. The expression on his face mirrored the emotions I, too, experienced when the email first arrived. Neither of us could believe it—how could this be happening? Suzette had received a confidential phone call from Reinhard Bonnke. He asked if she knew anyone who could serve as his personal assistant. He needed someone at his side daily to handle contacts, accompany him to meetings, assist behind the scenes at the crusades, and help with anything that came up pertaining to him personally. She told him yes. The…