I am like a plant. I need lots of water and lots of sun.
This dreary weather is for the birds I tell ya...
I want to curl up on my sofa and not go outside. ever. (until March or so, ha)
Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
time in the slammer
In the past few months, I have had opportunities to lead worship in correctional facilities in Rankin County, but none have been as impactful as last night. You see, all the previous times have been in a room filled with female inmates. Last night was different. Very diferent.
The room was filled with male inmates. Once seated, their stoic posture and pervasive stares became quite a distraction and honestly, somewhat of a let down. I prayed for concentration and most of all, i proclaimed God was more powerful than any word or song we would share. I knew that God, the mighty God He is, had work to do with or without us.
The differences between men and women were evident from the moment the men walked in the door.
The women on Sunday were smiling and waving to us, they were dancing and singing with us. They were emotional and verbally responded to the songs and message that was spoken. They are mothers and they are broken.
The men did not smile, they were hardened, they stared at us, they did not clap, they did not sing. But as our choir men began to share and we sang more songs, the barriers came down. They began to dance and sing with us. They were emotional and verbally responded to the songs and message that was spoken. They are fathers and they are broken. Hmmm, maybe they aren't so different.
We all have been imprisoned at one time.We all need healing and restoration. We all need peace and freedom. The truth is, we all need Jesus, with or without striped pants.
The room was filled with male inmates. Once seated, their stoic posture and pervasive stares became quite a distraction and honestly, somewhat of a let down. I prayed for concentration and most of all, i proclaimed God was more powerful than any word or song we would share. I knew that God, the mighty God He is, had work to do with or without us.
The differences between men and women were evident from the moment the men walked in the door.
The women on Sunday were smiling and waving to us, they were dancing and singing with us. They were emotional and verbally responded to the songs and message that was spoken. They are mothers and they are broken.
The men did not smile, they were hardened, they stared at us, they did not clap, they did not sing. But as our choir men began to share and we sang more songs, the barriers came down. They began to dance and sing with us. They were emotional and verbally responded to the songs and message that was spoken. They are fathers and they are broken. Hmmm, maybe they aren't so different.
We all have been imprisoned at one time.We all need healing and restoration. We all need peace and freedom. The truth is, we all need Jesus, with or without striped pants.
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