While Josh McDowell was attending seminary in California, his father went Home to be with the Lord. His mother had died years earlier, but Josh was not sure of her salvation. He became depressed, thinking that she might be lost. Was she a Christian or not? The thought obsessed him. “Lord,” he prayed, “somehow give me the answer so I can get back to normal. Ive just got to know.” It seemed like an impossible request.
Two days later, Josh drove out to the ocean. He walked to the end of a pier to be alone. There sat an old woman in a lawnchair, fishing. “Wheres your home originally?” she asked.
“MichiganUnion City,” Josh replied. “Nobodys heard of it. I tell people its a suburb of ”
“Battle Creek,” interrupted the woman. “I had a cousin from there. Did you know the McDowell family?”
Stunned, Josh responded, “Yes, Im Josh McDowell!”
“I cant believe it,” said the woman. “Im a cousin to your mother.”
“Do you remember anything at all about my mothers spiritual life?” asked Josh.
“Why sureyour mom and I were just girlsteenagerswhen a tent revival came to town. It was the fourth nightwe both went forward to accept Christ.”
“Praise God!” shouted Josh, startling the surrounding fishermen.