My grandma (on my mom’s side) passed away about 10 years ago. She had been a life-long Buddhist along with the rest of my mom’s side of the family. My mom ended up marrying into a Christian family and converting to Christianity, and mom is the only Christian to have come out of that family.
Grandma was always a loving, responsible, and caring woman. She was a home-maker with a son and two daughters. From what I remembered about her, she would always be in support of her family in time of need, and through all of the family’s trials and tribulations, she would always be there to provide what’s needed. Every time I would go over to their house, there would always be plenty of food made from a simple and spotless kitchen.
However, through most of her 86 years of living, she never knew Christ. She had heard of him and maybe had heard some of his word through my mom. But if I were a betting man, I’d bet that if you added up all Bible scriptures that she had ever read in her life, they would amount to less a page.
About two months before grandma died, my mom went to visit her, and she was already bed-ridden. When she saw my mom walk through the door, she raised up her hand and yelled out, “Jesus! Come to me! I had never known you all my life, but now, I do.” It was obvious that Jesus had gone to see her and performed this miracle of convincing grandma that he was her Lord and Savior.
I still think about this story all the time as my love for grandma had never died, and I reflect upon it this Thanksgiving. Thank you, Jesus, for saving grandma. She was a good woman … God Bless her!