Kevin Jensen

She was 82 and suicidal. Dementia was taking over like a cruel taskmaster. I asked God for 15 minutes. He smiled and nodded. I watched as the mental fog lifted. Her eyes cleared. Her mind lucid. “Thanks God.” I whispered. I leaned in. “Momma. Are you afraid to die?” Her lip quivered. Tears fell freely. I’ll never forget the look on her face. Terror and hope are strange bedfellows to be sure. “I know someone momma.” For the next several minutes I explained to my mom the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus. She confessed her sins and surrendered her heart to Him. We wept and heaven had a party!!