Carolyn Warrior

Two years ago, my mom was laying on a hospice bed in my grandmothers house waiting to leave this earth. She wasn’t a believer. Right before my mom left the hospital to go into hospice, I had a phone call with my aunt where she forbid me to say the name “Jesus” while I was at my grandmothers house watching my mom die.

Out of respect, I obliged. I’d talked to my mom about Jesus the 10 years I’d had with her as a believer , she’d rejected Him out of fear of what people would think of her. She said she knew what happened to me was real, but she hated confrontation, and accepting Jesus in my Jewish family was absolute confrontation.

Two days before her death, I’d realized I needed help. I’d been staying with my mom 24/7, sleeping on the couch next to her bed for the entire week. She’d been up many nights needing different things so I was extremely exhausted. It didn’t help that I’d hit my head cleaning my garage a few weeks earlier and was dealing with a pretty severe concussion.

I asked my aunt for the number to the nurses service my family had used for my grandfather earlier that year. She called Sadie for me and asked them to send a nurse that very night.

At 8 pm, the doorbell rang. I answered and met Carolyn Warrior. She was a tall black woman in her late sixties. She was dressed like she just came from church. Very classy, very neat and elegant. Her demure reminded me of Mary Poppins.
I invited her in and showed her where to hang her coat. I noticed she was holding a large King James Bible in her hand.

“Are you a believer I asked”?

“Yes, I’m an evangelist” she replied.

This was the nurse sent from the service my aunt called to help me with my mom ...yes, my same aunt who forbid me from saying “Jesus” .

We walked into my moms room where my family was sitting. My moms hospice bed centered in the room with chairs and couches around her filled by my cousins , grandmother, aunt and uncle . I introduced Carolyn to the others and she sat down quietly in a corner chair. The rest of us started chatting with each other and Carolyn just sat quietly observing my mom.

Five minutes into our conversation, Carolyn stood up...went to my moms side, put her hands over my mom and started praying.

“In the name of Jesus,”

Carolyn Warrior proceeded to call angels, slay demons, in Jesus’ name . “Jesus this, Jesus that...Jesus Jesus Jesus”

Every other word that came out of Carolyn's mouth was “Jesus”.

For several minutes, this woman powerfully prayed Jesus over my mom as my family watched on completely stunned and in total silence, jaws to the floor.

I’d realized what God was doing at this point and just started weeping. My family left the room and Carolyn asked me to pray with her. We did. My mom who’d been in a nearly coma state for the prior 24-48 hours reached her hands up and held both mine and Carolyn's hands as we prayed for her. That was one of the last physical acts I remember my mom doing before she died 2 days later.

Carolyn explained that the call came out and she was immediately convicted that God wanted to send her and she didn’t know why. I told her I’d been there all week and was forbid from saying the name Jesus.

You see the entire time my mom was sick, I had to be strong for everyone. And God gave me supernatural strength. My mom started her hospice care the first day of Hanukah in 2017 and she died the last day of Hanukah. During that time, I sat by my moms side and heard over and over how hard this was on everyone. My aunt, my cousins, my grandma and uncle. My sister Lori had bailed 2 days into hospice care because it was too emotionally hard for her to be there. I didn’t have that choice, someone had to stay there with her at all times and my grandmother is 90 years old. They were all so grieved and upset, my grandpa had just died 2 months prior. I didn’t feel like I could fall apart, and no one seemed to recognize or care how difficult this was for me being that she was my mom and closest family member...the only family member who talked to me on a regular basis. So I stayed strong for everyone.
That was the week I was forbid to say His name out loud .

So when Carolyn Warrior told me she knew God was nudging her to go to this call, I wasn't surprised.
I couldn’t say the name Jesus without causing strife, but this 68 year old black woman could, and not one person had the nerve to stop her. When I told her I hadn’t been able to say the name Jesus over my mom on her death bed all week, the floodgates opened and I cried for a solid 10 minutes. Carolyn held me like a mother would hold her child. Thankyou God for her in that moment.

She told me when her own mother died, she was at a pay phone and that’s where she’d received the news. She fell to the ground and a blonde haired White woman came out of nowhere and held her as she sobbed uncontrollably...and then she was gone. Carolyn believed God sent her an angel to comfort her. That day, Carolyn was my angel sent from God.

God is with us, He’s Emmanuel (God with us!) in your best times He's there. In your worst times He’s there. It’s Christmas , for the love. Today is the day if you haven’t already ...it’s a good day to learn about this man born in Israel who came to bring you peace. He makes a way when there is no way. He’s the comforter, redeemer , creator of all things. Whatever you have wrapped under your Christmas tree, whatever gift you might receive from Hanukah Harry tomorrow or the next day...it just doesn’t compare. Jesus is THE gift, what He offers is free, it will change your life...take it. Merry Christmas...in Jesus’ name.