It was music to my ears!
Shortly after yesterday's lunch meal, the correction's officer in charge of the A-North cellblock came to my prison cell to tell me to "pack up" because I was moving to another cellblock.
A number of hours later, at about 5:30 in the evening, I finished loading up a moving cart, and I was on my way out of what had become a "spiritual war zone" for me. I was now on my way to another housing unit at the opposite end of the facility, and to a new ministry.
I said goodbye to my screaming neighbor, who actually seemed angry that I was leaving. Now the devil will have to think up another strategy of harassment. And until he catches up with me again, I am now living in the D-North cellblock (a/k/a "Housing Unit"),
This move was truly by the hand of the Lord, for He is enlarging my territory once more. I am now living in the housing unit where the inmates who are "sensorially disabled" (hearing impaired) and/or "visually impaired" live. Not all of the men who live in this cellblock are handicapped, but some are. And this is where I will now be ministering.
I had been praying for a while to be able to reach out to these handicapped men more often. This, therefore, will be a great opportunity to make new friends and to share the Gospel.
Right now, however, my cell is in chaos. I still have to unpack my things. This cell needs a lot of cleaning, and I've been on my hands and knees scrubbing and disinfecting almost all day. Next, I will need another miracle, finding a can of paint. This "move" is like a new beginning for me.
D.B.
A number of hours later, at about 5:30 in the evening, I finished loading up a moving cart, and I was on my way out of what had become a "spiritual war zone" for me. I was now on my way to another housing unit at the opposite end of the facility, and to a new ministry.
I said goodbye to my screaming neighbor, who actually seemed angry that I was leaving. Now the devil will have to think up another strategy of harassment. And until he catches up with me again, I am now living in the D-North cellblock (a/k/a "Housing Unit"),
This move was truly by the hand of the Lord, for He is enlarging my territory once more. I am now living in the housing unit where the inmates who are "sensorially disabled" (hearing impaired) and/or "visually impaired" live. Not all of the men who live in this cellblock are handicapped, but some are. And this is where I will now be ministering.
I had been praying for a while to be able to reach out to these handicapped men more often. This, therefore, will be a great opportunity to make new friends and to share the Gospel.
Right now, however, my cell is in chaos. I still have to unpack my things. This cell needs a lot of cleaning, and I've been on my hands and knees scrubbing and disinfecting almost all day. Next, I will need another miracle, finding a can of paint. This "move" is like a new beginning for me.
D.B.