My son is a chaplain for the Texas Department of Criminal
Justice. Every day he is locked behind the gates and walls and guards that keep
the "bad guys" contained and supervised. There are times when I am concerned for his
safety, but for the most part I keep those thoughts shoved to the back of my
mind. He is there because he feels a
calling from God to minister to those incarcerated, to help them know of God's
grace and forgiveness, and to lead them toward a better life than the one they
have chosen.
There are times when his job is rewarding, as he can see
changes taking place in the lives of those he teaches. Other times I know it
must be a discouraging job as he sees his efforts leading to naught. I do know he is committed to the task before
him each day, as he shares the Word, spends time in prayer with prisoners,
arranges Bible study and worship services, sets a good example for those who
see him on a daily basis.
Some of the prisoners
my son deals with are hardened criminals that have been in just about every
kind of trouble you can imagine. A large
number of the prison population has a history of substance abuse, but there are
also those that have been convicted of sex crimes, murder, armed robbery, child
abuse, and even those lesser offenses that we would call blue collar crimes.
I have wondered at times if I could walk up to the door of
that maximum security prison and tell the guard I am there to take the place of
all the prisoners. Turn them loose and I
will serve their sentences. While that would not be allowed, you are getting
ahead of me if you have already figured out that I am going to say that is
exactly what Jesus has done for us.
So if they will not let me take the place of all those
criminals, maybe they could pick just one and let me serve his sentence while
he goes free. I am told that would not be allowed, either. My thinking is that perhaps one of those
inmates would be so encouraged that I took his place, and he would come out of
the prison environment into the free world with determination to follow a
better path.
My thinking takes me to another prison. It is a prison a
young man has made for himself, through choices of his own. Alcohol abuse in
his teen years has led to his adult addiction and while he is still enjoying
the same freedoms I enjoy, he is spiritually, emotionally and mentally
imprisoned. Our world is filled with
such prisoners who are living in the chains of dependency, addiction, guilt,
abandonment, or countless other strongholds of sin.
I can encourage them or try to get them away from the poor
environment in which they live. I can
give them a place to sleep or a meal, or maybe a fresh suit of clothes after a
hot, soapy bath. The greatest thing I can do for them is lead them to a God who
cares for and loves them. Wherever they are, just like you and me, they still
need him. They need the message of the
gospel. They need the association of the body of Christ. Their needs are just
like mine.
I am not allowed to substitute my life for a single one of
those behind Texas prison walls, but for those whose lives have put them in
their own prison without walls and bars, there is something I can do.
Jesus said, “Then the King will say to those on his
right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the
kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to
eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you
invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked
after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’" Matthew 25:34-36
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Dedicated to the healing power of Christ over alcoholism
ReplyDeleteI'm not ready to sacrifice I'm holding tight to my drinking vice,
I'm not ready to loose this chain and give to God this needless pain,
I'm not ready to be set free from the misery inside of me,
I'm not ready for my loved one's sake to call it quits so I selfishly take
Another sip today and tomorrow I really don't care about their sorrow,
Leave me alone let me partake and forget about my family's heartache,
I'm not ready to find that place in me, to relinquish control and to be set free,
I'm not ready to face the day so I drown it out the usual way,
I'm not ready to stand courageous and bold
So I've taught my heart to be rigid and cold,
I'm not ready to take with ease, the longings of my loved one's pleas,
I'm not ready to find God's grace which offers me a resting place
I'm not ready so here I go for me it's just status-quo
Maybe one day I'll be ready to say by God's grace and mercy He took it away
Until then my family must face the hurt I impart to have my own way.
'I know personally how destructive drinking is. I battled with it for a set number of years until I surrendered to Christ and He healed me.
I brought a great deal of pain into the lives of those I love and yet was too selfish to recognize it.
But in God's grace and mercy He delivered me and forgave me.
We truly do serve an awesome God!