Son: You prayed and believed your whole life. Never done anything wrong. And here you are. You are the nicest person I know and I’m the meanest. You have dementia and my life is perfect. Explain that to me.
Mom: Sometimes the devil allows people to live a life free of trouble cause he doesn’t want them turning to God. Your sin is like a jail cell, except it’s all nice and comfy, and there doesn’t seem to be any need to leave. The door’s wide open until one day, time runs out. The cell door slams shut and suddenly, it’s too late.