The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer;
my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler,
and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
Psalm 18:2
Because I am older than most of my fellow prisoners, and because I'm an elder in the church, it is not unusual for the younger men to ask me questions about God, or to seek my advice about a certain matter...
my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler,
and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
Psalm 18:2
Because I am older than most of my fellow prisoners, and because I'm an elder in the church, it is not unusual for the younger men to ask me questions about God, or to seek my advice about a certain matter...
So it was of no surprise when a man in his 20s asked who God was to me. I gave him my answer, and it was Psalm 18:2.
I stressed that in these uncertain and troubled times, I can count on the Lord to be my Rock. He is my foundation, I said to him, and my confidence is in God alone. I then went on to say that while everything in the world seems to have been built on shifting sand, the Lord and His word will always remain solid and sure.
And I went on to tell this young man that he can count on Christ just as I do to see him through the difficulties of incarceration, as well as any other challenging situations he may have to face in life. Then, with this said, he thanked me, abruptly turned, and quickly scuttled down the corridor en route to his work assignment.
D.B.
I stressed that in these uncertain and troubled times, I can count on the Lord to be my Rock. He is my foundation, I said to him, and my confidence is in God alone. I then went on to say that while everything in the world seems to have been built on shifting sand, the Lord and His word will always remain solid and sure.
And I went on to tell this young man that he can count on Christ just as I do to see him through the difficulties of incarceration, as well as any other challenging situations he may have to face in life. Then, with this said, he thanked me, abruptly turned, and quickly scuttled down the corridor en route to his work assignment.
D.B.
