I said No

His unshaven stubble scratched my face and his breath smelled like stale beer.  My arms were pinned and I couldn’t move.  He’s so strong.  My mind was racing.  How did I let this happen?  My brain now flooded with a list of questions in an...

The Truth About Provision

A young woman was abandoned by her husband.  In the process he generously left her several things: the children, the cat, the bills, and the house with a big mortgage. The wife didn’t know what to do!  Never in her life had she imagined this could...

Easter in Prison, Part III

The conversation I had with Susan Smith that night told me more about myself than about her. I wrestled during that 15-minute encounter and in the weeks that followed. Did I believe Jesus died for every sinner?  Did I assign different judgments to different sins?...

Easter in Prison, Part II

     They drove off and I teared up. Italians don’t even eat out Easter weekend, let alone visit prisoners. The relatives just didn’t understand.       “Prisoners? You care about prisoners? Take care of your own family and...

Easter in Prison, Part I

     I spent an Easter weekend in prison. Not a lily, new hat or pair of patent leather shoes in sight. No chocolate, no marshmallow chicks, no turkey dinners.  There was nothing familiar about this particular Easter weekend.  Endless...