Praise Walk

Praise the Lord; for the Lord is good:
sing praises unto His name;
for it is pleasant. 
Psalm 135:3

I have the day off from work because it's the birthday of the late Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr...

Last night, however, I had a joyous time walking in the prison's recreation yard. I believe the temperature was about 3 degrees above zero. The guys in my cell block, when they saw me heading out the door of the building, could not believe I was going outdoors in such brutal weather. A few of them even tried to jokingly discourage me. But I had made up my mind. Besides, I needed some fresh air as well as private time with the Lord. I got both.

So at approximately eight o'clock yesterday evening I left the noisy and smoky housing area and went to the yard. It turned out to be a good decision on my part. I was well bundled against the frigid Catskill Mountains cold. So the weather was not a problem. But the best part was that there were only two other inmates with me. Thus I pretty much had the entire yard to myself.

As for the guards, they were able to observe me through the windows of their heated booth. And the armed officer stationed in the gun tower, he stoically peered down at me from his perch some sixty feet above the ground as I walked the yard at a brisk pace praising the Lord and singing songs of worship.

It was just Jesus and me together.

D.B.