I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me… “Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me.” [Matt. 25: 35-40]
In cities large and small, all over America, the generous hearts of the American people pour out time and treasure, love and support, to feed the hungry, comfort the immigrant, clothe the tattered, and heal the sick. But one of our most neglected and needy populations live in the dumpsters of America, out of sight and out of mind, languishing in isolation. This is not an appeal for lax laws, activist judges, amnesty programs, relaxed parole requirements, more cable TV channels, Bookmobiles, better fitness facilities, conflict resolution seminars, conjugal visits, or any of the vast, colorful, and well-meaning array of counterproductive ideas that have resulted in the unintended consequence that nearly 4 out of 5 prison inmates return to prison within 5 years after release. This is a national tragedy of incalculable magnitude, particularly for the younger adult offenders. To call prisons “correctional institutions” or the process “rehabilitation” is empirically and emphatically false, and one of the most absurd euphemistic denials of reality in our time. The reason that only 1 out of 5 stay out of prison after a sojourn there is not because they are “rehabilitated” or “corrected” in or by the institution, it is because most of them are over 50 and simply too damn tired to hold up a liquor store.
And let’s not wear blinders. Some prison inmates are, basically, feral.
But not all. Not all. And many of those that are not psychopaths or otherwise irretrievably lost can be helped. Over the last five years, I have seen it with my own eyes.
So this will be a series of notes from one of the least of our brethren. Unabridged and unedited. From the Inside. The author will remain anonymous. His release date will be after 2020.
Many Christians are enslaved to secret sins, not knowing where to turn for help. We don’t feel we can face God for help because we know He hates sin. How can we turn to our family and friends, when we know their attitudes toward others who have done what we have done or are presently doing? They despise such people, speaking without compassion or mercy for their punishment and ostracization.
As we have battled against the besetting enemy in the darkness of our hidden self, how often have we cried out within for someone trustworthy to share out tormented soul? We have longed in deep yearning for another soul to hear our confession, wrap their love around us, and promise to help us through to the Light. Don’t we all need help at times?
I love broken people. Through my own life, God has taught me what a broken, scared person needs: love, forgiveness, acceptance, encouragement and support. Those precious gifts lift our hearts and minds out of the darkness, where the light of God’s love can empower us.
As long as Satan can keep you hiding in the darkness of your own mind, cowering in fear of losing the love and respect of those you rely on, you are his prisoner. Do not think that you will simply “Get better”. No. The longer you wrestle alone with your sin, the more deeply you will sink in the mire.
Timothy 2, 1:7, declares that “God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
He has given us a sound mind to use His love as the power to overcome the spirit of fear. When you are overtaken in a secret fault, your mind is not “sound”. It is not solidly anchored in the freedom-giving love of God.
Sometimes it takes the outstretched hand of a friend who is anchored soundly in God’s love, to be a channel of the Light of Truth – GOD IS NOT MAD AT YOU!
No matter what you have done, what you are doing, or what you may do again, God loves you. Don’t believe the devil’s lie that God will accept you AFTER you get better. There is no getting better until you step into the light.
Reach out and take my hand. I have been where you are, and I don’t want you to come to where I am.
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God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn’t do. (Regina Brett)