Friday, February 18, 2011
I marvel each time we go to the prison, how very much there IS to say. Time and time again, when I have to leave my bed extra early on prison-visit days, I think, Why do I do this? Is this really worth it? And then we gather, the guys raise the roof with their songs, and then tear into God's word like, well, prisoners hungry for fresh Bread.
Yup, it's worth it.
During our prayer times, we pray big prayers. One of the newest inmates, young, slender, earnest, asks for prayers for his girlfriend (a Hong Kong woman) who recently gave birth to their baby. We all, American, British, Chinese, Indian, Japanese, South American, and African inmates, we pray together for this young family. How in the world will they ever make it? Only God knows. But God knows! And one of God's specialties is releasing prisoners of every kind.