Prison Visitation


This past Saturday I was invited to attend a "social" at the Saskatchewan Penitentiary by a young man I have worked with for over 10 years. For 8 hours we talked, played pool, ate a lot, and observed many inmates with their friends and families. It was tough visit for me because I care deeply about the young man I visit. He tells me it's very hard inside, very cold in regards to how he has to carry himself. I feel for him. On a positive I was able to share the love of Jesus with him. This can only happen because I have earned the right to be heard in his life. His grandmother asked me to take care of her boys. It wasn't long after that she passed away, which coincides with the downward spiral the young man has found himself in. But I have guarded hope that he will come out on the right side of life one day. 
It was also interesting to observe the many children that attended. I thought how many times a year do these kids get to hug their dads? It was sad for me to see. I asked my friend how many of these guys grew up without their dad in their life? I knew the answer, but he said "Likely all of them." Please pray for my friend. He will be 23 years old soon. Please ask God to use me in his life. In my 10 years at YFC kids have been murdered, commit suicide, gone to jail for just about everything. So I find I have become somewhat guarded and cold, not get to close, so I don't get hurt again. But with this guy it's always been different. I think I have become like a dad to him. His own family hasn't written or visited him in over a year. This world needs Jesus, plain and simple. Thanks for reading.

For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’
— Matthew 25:35-36


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