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I felt ashamed, mortified, and alone as I sat in my cell. But though God could have chosen to ignore me, or heap condemnation on me, He chose to sit with me and comfort me.Read More →

On an Easter Sunday, in a forlorn section of the State, at a prison with a notorious history, I saw God move. I will never look at the “Little Yard” the same way again, and I am not alone in that.Read More →

To the surprise of many, the big man stopped in front of my table. A hush fell over the room. He extended his hand, which I gratefully shook. It was a bold move on his part – a public demonstration to one outside of his car.Read More →

In prison, and I venture to say, in most mission fields where there is little light and hope, the most effective way to open doors to share the Gospel is to spread joy.Read More →

I could choose to focus my eyes and mind on the weathered chain link fence and razor wire above me or look past that to the sun, which was just beginning to burst through the clouds.Read More →