Already the first month of 2012 is now about to end. It went by quickly. I have been busy helping the special needs men as well as working at my other job. We're now deep into winter and I've been trying to get more personal reading done; something I neglected last year...
My lips shall greatly rejoice when
I sing unto thee; and my soul, which
thou hast redeemed.
Things went well this morning. I was only needed to open the service in prayer, and the visiting lay ministers took over from here...
In my early years the neighborhood where I grew up in was predominately Catholic and Jewish, and white. This was in the 1950s. By the early 1960s, however, it had become mostly black and Hispanic...
After reminiscing yesterday about my childhood days of snow and sledding, I feel inspired to spend the afternoon sharing a little personal history, which, I assume, many of my readers may know little about...
The first, snowstorm of the year arrived last night and continued until noon, today. Altogether my part of the state got about five inches of snow, which is very little for this area for January.
But seeing the freshly fallen snow brought back some nice memories...
It was only a couple of days after I wrote a journal entry titled "Charred Cell" that a maintenance team consisting of two civilian employees showed up at my housing unit to make repairs inside the cell which had the fire...
Every day I have to pass the charred and blackened cell which Mr. Rodriquez lived in until he torched it. And I still cannot believe that someone I have known for so long a time had become so depressed that he decided to set his cell ablaze and possibly end his life...
Last week I received a letter from a woman in a Midwestern state. She and her husband expressed interest in starting a prison ministry through their local church. This is a good thing...
As the readers of my journal know, there is a nest of wild sparrows located along the outer wall of the building I live in just outside my window. And almost every day a flock of these interesting creatures will gather on my window's ledge to meet together and sing...
And now, Lord, what wait I for?
My hope is in thee.
I spent some time on this cold winters morning to reflect upon the Lord and the many wonderful things He has done for me. And Psalm 40:1-3, I believe pretty much provides the outline of my life...
For He shall give His angels charge
over you, to keep you in all His ways.
I pray that the readers of my online prison journal are trusting in the Lord. For Jesus Christ is our hope. He is our shield, and a strong tower against the storms of life. The Christian is forever safe in His arms...