Shortly after Mom’s passing this summer, friends of hers enclosed in their sympathy card an application form Mom filled out to teach Sunday School at her church. Included on the form was Mom’s response to the question “How did you come to faith in Christ?” It is a blessing to know — and be able to share — her story, in her own words.
This was written at age 75, three years before her passing.
“Looking back from this vantage point, I know full well that the Lord has had His hand on me all my life, drawing me to Himself through many unlikely events. He has used my non-Christian family of origin; the Unitarian Sunday School I attended “to learn about God” (I learned that the Bible was a myth and Jesus wasn’t real); the high school classmate I dated who was a Christian and whom my mother hated; and my Catholic History 101 professor at college who encouraged me (unawares) to write my term paper on Unitarianism.
“My term paper was eight weeks late, and my grade went down, but by the time I handed it in, I believed Jesus was who He said He was! But Jesus was not yet my Savior.
“Six years later, after attending various churches and Bible studies, a Princeton Seminary student perceptively asked me if I had asked the Lord into my heart to forgive my sins and take over my life. I didn’t know what he meant so he explained it to me. That day, April 9, 1956, I came to faith in Christ and nothing has been the same since. Life, like an undone jigsaw puzzle, flew together and made sense.
“The puzzle is almost finished. Jesus is at the center. The corner where I live now will not be finished until my life is finished. But He is my rock, and He teaches me every day how to serve Him better.”