Where Hope Abounds

Someone's Praying, Lord (Matthew 9:37-38)

2008-12-18T15:53:00.000-08:00

You may not hear them, but they are praying. There are many, many men (and women) who are incarcerated and know they need help to change: change of heart evidenced by change of choices evidenced by change of words and actions - over and over again until the old, destructive ways are overpowered and swallowed up by the new.
Admittedly, there are many who still refuse to admit their need for real change. "Change? Yeah, change would be good. I need to change my ways. (Meaning: I need to find something I can get away with...)" “I’m sorry” means “I’m sorry I got caught.”
But we must admit that the "get away with it" mentality doesn't exist only in prison. There are plenty of us - "inside" and out - who find no problem with our own scams (and self-deceptions) until we are caught. Listen to any newscast for big examples: corruption, graft, embezzlement, falsification, cover-up... The worst news is that it's hardly even news anymore.
And the small - and just as disastrous - examples are even closer to home: How many times (a day?) are we prompted to lie about a situation to make ourselves look better or to avoid an unpalatable truth? "Well, not really lie," we reason, "just cast the facts (and particularly that portion of the facts that we prefer and can best utilize) in a manner that limits our exposure to negative interpretation..." It's glibly called "spin". It's accurately called deception.
Getting back to those (in prison specifically) who seek change - for real, for good, forever: They need help to imagine what change looks like, to hope they can change like that, to know the steps in the change they seek and to proceed in that direction. To be encouraged to try and to try again after they fail and keep trying. To believe it's possible and worth it.
That's where you, Kind Reader, come in. Perhaps you know what Change looks like. Perhaps you have sought change. Perhaps you have seen real change in someone - even yourself. Or perhaps your heart has been broken by someone you love whose choices have ruined his life and the lives of those around him - or deeply affected even yours.
You are therefore qualified for the following assignment. Look up the reference at the top of this post. Look at the verse preceding it. Can you see the crowds? Could you “feel compassion” for them as Jesus did (does)? Now, beseech the Lord of the harvest; Workers needed here!
One bad friend can precipitate the re-ruin of someone getting out of prison (and his subsequent return to his “home away from home”). Similarly, one good friend correlates strongly with successful re-entry into simple, peaceful, productive life “outside the fence”.
Pray for those friends for them, those mentors who can help them along, recognize when they are scamming themselves and others and call them on it. Show them love and normalcy. Encourage them to keep on. And prove they are worth the effort.
Are you one of those friends?

But God...

2007-08-17T20:36:00.001-07:00

[Accompany with background music of somber foreboding...] In Acts 12:3 - 6, We find Peter lying in a heavily guarded cell of Herod’s prison awaiting the same execution that James met [a few verses] earlier.
But wait! [Music suddenly changes to a major key with shocking crescendo!] God shows up! “And behold, an angel of the Lord stood by him, and a light shined in the cell: and he struck Peter on the side, and awakened him, saying, ‘Rise up quickly’. And his chains fell off from his hands.” Into this dead-end dungeon of hopelessness strides the power of God to: “bring good tidings unto the afflicted… to bind up the broken–hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound”(Isaiah 61:1).
In obedience to passages such as Matthew 25:36 “I was in prison, and ye came unto me,” we are today symbolically re-enacting those verses of hope as we enter prison after prison in this country and around the world with the promises of hope. These promises are encapsulated in Romans 15:13 "Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”

Historical Confirmation

2007-08-17T20:10:00.000-07:00

John Bunyan, no stranger to confinement, spent over a decade in 17^th Century prisons, places of squalor and disease. He was repeatedly offered release or pardon on the sole stipulation that he would cease from “illegal” preaching, i.e. unlicensed and unauthorized by the government. His refusal on principle to even admit he was guilty led from an initial sentence of three months to several incarcerations totaling more than 12 years. It is probable that many of Bunyan’s 60 books, including The Pilgrim’s Progress, were composed while he was in jail.
In Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress, the dungeon into which Christian and his friend Hopeful are thrown belongs to a Giant Despair in the castle of Doubting. From Bunyan’s experience, we can be sure these were not random allegorical assignments. They reflect with painful certainty the reality of prison.

Just the synonyms for despair from Roget's Thesaurus are enough to evoke grief and burden the mind. Imagine living these words daily for years!

	Definition: hopelessness
	anguish, dashed hopes, dejection, depression, desperation, despondency, discouragement, disheartenment, forlornness, gloom, melancholy, misery, ordeal, pain, trial, tribulation, wretchednes

Setting the Stage - The Dungeon of Despair

2007-08-15T11:18:00.000-07:00

Prison is a strange place to think of as “abounding in hope”. In fact, through all my experience working in prisons, I have been impressed with this single observation: Prison is a place which fosters, propagates, and encourages hopelessness. Men enter prison with the fresh and bitter memory of their crimes, arrest, trial, conviction, and sentence. They also bring with them fear and dread of prison, whether based on prior experience or hearsay. They are immediately, continuously, and relentlessly confronted with the fact of their failings and loss. Loss of freedom, yes, but also loss of relationships, privacy, citizenship, livelihood, property, dignity, choices – and loss of future, which is the essence of despair. It is, in effect, an incremental loss of life - a sort of emotional amputation in slow motion. The currently accepted term for a convicted felon is “offender”, to emphasize the act, or offense, that brought him there. As appropriate as this is to bring a much needed realization of guilt and responsibility: ownership of action and consequence, it freezes each of them in the past without any indication that there is “life after crime”. For the most part, this emotional pounding is weathered within a stiff exterior of purported innocence and undeserved mistreatment, the “tough guy” who rides it all out, no sweat! Beneath the hardened exterior, though, the cockiness of youth, the confidence of age, and the innate determination of the human soul are battered uncompromisingly. Facial expressions are largely those of guarded emptiness: “Don’t look at me – I’m not here.” The walls are gray, the walkways gray, the uniforms gray, and their hair slowly grows to match their surroundings as years creep past in monotonous succession. The singularly universal fixation seems to be the release or ”out date”. I’ve heard the phrase “Ten years and a wake up”, as if to say “My time in prison is like a bad dream from which I will be awakened the day I get out.” But even the thought of release carries perhaps more anxiety than hope, with the looming horror that, even getting back to “The Street” puts the likelihood of return to “The Pen” at greater than two to one. And each trip back is usually longer than the last.