Unexpectedly, she cried, “Lord Jesus, come into my heart.” “Mom, you never asked Him before?” I asked. With my family’s background in the church, it was hard to believe. “Yes,” she said, “but I don’t think He did because I didn’t really believe.” Like many professing Christians, Mama knew church culture but not Christ. She continued, “I believe with all my heart that Christ died for me and rose from the grave.” The words were like music to me—the loveliest song I had ever heard her sing.
This person should write instructions for ipecac because the number of times this guy has made me want to puke
