Twenty years ago I faced a personal catastrophic event. My 65-year-old Jewish mother suddenly died from a massive heart attack. She was not a believer in Jesus. The shock of the news choked me because I had no assurance of my mother’s salvation.
A powerful feeling of fear and anxiety overcame me as I imagined my mother lost in the loneliness of outer darkness, separated from God. Those thoughts haunted me for the weeks and months that followed.
I had prayed daily to God for nearly 25 years, pleading that he would show my mother the same truth he had shown me about Jesus as the promised Messiah. I had held onto so many Bible verses, believing that God would save my mother – but when the day of her passing came – I was left in agony without a sure and certain hope for her.
