It's been a very productive and spiritually enriching day...
My morning work assignment as a mobility guide for a sight-impaired prisoner was uneventful. But this afternoon, however, when I went to the Intermediate Care cell block to assist the men who are mentally challenged, I found a handful of guys who needed a friend to talk to. A couple of the men asked me to pray for them, too.
One particular inmate, who once told me that he is "HIV positive," said he's been feeling sick and has a bad case of diarrhea. I did notice that he's lost weight. So he was glad when I put my right hand on his forehead and said a prayer for him. Many of these men simply need someone to show them compassion and concern. And this is my ministry; it is a joy to do it.
In addition, I was also able to spend time with my friend "Larry." I wrote about him in my journal entry, "Larry's Coat."
This afternoon I found Larry walking around the housing unit on this warm summer's day, still wearing his tattered Army coat. He was moving back and forth during our one-hour recreation period (which today happened to be held indoors) talking to himself while bundled in winter gear.
Poor Larry! He's a beautiful person who's now lost in a world of schizophrenia. Nevertheless, I could spend an entire day with Larry and enjoy his company, even though, sadly, most of his words are insane gibberish. Larry's a precious soul whom Jesus loves.
D.B.
One particular inmate, who once told me that he is "HIV positive," said he's been feeling sick and has a bad case of diarrhea. I did notice that he's lost weight. So he was glad when I put my right hand on his forehead and said a prayer for him. Many of these men simply need someone to show them compassion and concern. And this is my ministry; it is a joy to do it.
In addition, I was also able to spend time with my friend "Larry." I wrote about him in my journal entry, "Larry's Coat."
This afternoon I found Larry walking around the housing unit on this warm summer's day, still wearing his tattered Army coat. He was moving back and forth during our one-hour recreation period (which today happened to be held indoors) talking to himself while bundled in winter gear.
Poor Larry! He's a beautiful person who's now lost in a world of schizophrenia. Nevertheless, I could spend an entire day with Larry and enjoy his company, even though, sadly, most of his words are insane gibberish. Larry's a precious soul whom Jesus loves.
D.B.
