The past few weeks have been times of good ministry…
I’ve been able to befriend and share Christ with some non-believers, telling them about the Lord and showing them God's love and care that He has for them.
Willie is an older man in his 50s, a veteran whose mind has been damaged by mental illness and also by years of alcohol abuse. He babbles to himself out loud and walks around in a confused stupor. His thoughts are disorganized, and when he talks, he mumbles his words so that no one really understands very much of what he's saying. Yet when I tell him about Jesus, he stops to listen.
Willie is a chronic alcoholic. He was in prison for robbery, stealing from someone while in his bewildered state of mind. He was paroled on this case but ended up “violating” the rules and was returned to prison.
The story Willie tells me is that, when he left Sing Sing prison late in the afternoon, he didn't get to the parole office until after it was closed for the day. So, he said, he went off to look for his family. I know he was not successful, as he had been homeless. He has no idea where his family is. So he wandered around and ended up spending his forty dollars “gate money,” that the prison administration gave him upon release.
Disorganized in his mind and destitute in his wallet, he somehow managed to find his way back to the main parole office in Manhattan. However, he was five days late reporting, and could give no satisfactory explanation where he had been from his release that Friday to his presenting himself to his parole officer on Wednesday.
Thus, he was promptly violated, and now he's here.
D.B.
Willie is an older man in his 50s, a veteran whose mind has been damaged by mental illness and also by years of alcohol abuse. He babbles to himself out loud and walks around in a confused stupor. His thoughts are disorganized, and when he talks, he mumbles his words so that no one really understands very much of what he's saying. Yet when I tell him about Jesus, he stops to listen.
Willie is a chronic alcoholic. He was in prison for robbery, stealing from someone while in his bewildered state of mind. He was paroled on this case but ended up “violating” the rules and was returned to prison.
The story Willie tells me is that, when he left Sing Sing prison late in the afternoon, he didn't get to the parole office until after it was closed for the day. So, he said, he went off to look for his family. I know he was not successful, as he had been homeless. He has no idea where his family is. So he wandered around and ended up spending his forty dollars “gate money,” that the prison administration gave him upon release.
Disorganized in his mind and destitute in his wallet, he somehow managed to find his way back to the main parole office in Manhattan. However, he was five days late reporting, and could give no satisfactory explanation where he had been from his release that Friday to his presenting himself to his parole officer on Wednesday.
Thus, he was promptly violated, and now he's here.
D.B.