We all have a story to tell, and few are as miraculously intriguing as that of Max Olson, my dad. He was an ordinary man in many ways yet so compellingly extraordinary in so many other aspects of his unique persona, always remaining an enigma to me until that most miraculous summer. Why God chose to touch his life as He did leaves humankind at a loss to explain. I lack understanding, but I know that I was chosen to write his story. This is the true story of a lifelong atheist whose “unholy trinity of gods” were his mind, muscle, and money. That was all he needed, so he believed.
After losing his sanity at age sixty-five, voicing the words of demons, and being legally and clinically insane for fifteen years, could such a man experience a miraculous healing from the one and true God, whom he had rejected all his life? Could such a man ever regain the mental intellect to reject the false gods he had served all of his life? Could such a man as this find the even more miraculous spiritual healing that comes with an expression of faith in the true God? Could such a man accept the grace and forgiveness found in the death and resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?