The Third Day

  On the third day I emerged from the prison walls and let the heavy iron gate slam shut behind me.  My head was swimming in an emotional sea of conflicting and confusing feelings.  I had just spent three days living with those who were labeled the worst of the worst, the saddest of the sad and the ‘baddest’ of the bad.  Yet...I felt a connection with them as if they were all my brothers. 

  For the most part they did not have all the blessings of a stable environment, a disciplined up-bringing or good parenting.  They had to deal with drugs, violence and abuse…dysfunctional families or no family at all.  

  But we shared common ground in the fact that we all led a selfish and rebellious youth.  We all were looking for love in all the wrong places. 

  Three days of listening to narratives, stories and testimonies was a gut- wrenching process…but it had a worthwhile outcome.  It strengthened my faith to see the hope, happiness, peace and joy that came to those who let God into their life. 

  It was amazing to see the profound change in them, and encouraging to seeing the fervor and passion with which they prayed.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Forgive us our selfishness and lowly pride

Before the earth and stars collide.

It has filled the prisons to overflowing

Because our love has not been growing.

It has emptied the churches beyond belief

Causing nothing but sorrow, anguish and grief.

I pray that You be at my side

It’s in my heart You must reside.

Amen