Last Sunday I was able to go to Angola State Penitentiary with my church’s prison ministry group. I didn’t find out until about 2 hours before it was time to leave that my name was on the approved gate pass list. When the phone call came informing me that I was approved, I was elated. Then followed 2 hours of frantic prayer, as I felt totally unprepared for what I was about to be a part of. Frequently repeated phrases were:
“Oh help me God!”
“Please help me not do anything stupid”
“I need You, need You, need You Lord.”
You get the idea.
For 2 ½ hours we worshiped with a small group of inmates. The rest of the brothers and sisters that came from my church had a message to share or a song to sing. I sat there on the bench wishing I had something to give.
When the service was over, the inmates made their way to each of us, thanking each for their message or music. And when they reached out to shake my hand, they said “thank you for coming”. It was enough that I was there.
“….I was in prison and you came to Me.” Matthew 25:36