I have a heart hangover after the "cell" phone call last night. He spends his time waiting for his Public Defender to call. He plays dominoes and does crossword puzzles. Sometimes he does chin-ups. He mentions the names of every piece of candy in the commissary. I asked if he was reading the Bible I gave him and he said: "I kind of gave up on that."
You may not understand what it's like to get a "cell" phone call from a guy who's lost hope. It hurts, the eyes of your heart start to cry. Victories and defeats come and go, Just after he told me he gave up, the line went dead. Each call he makes is a collect call with a limited amount of minutes. The time they give you seems to vary so there's no way of knowing how much credit or time is left. The call can end at any time. Last night the call ended and the last words I heard were about giving up.
I love all of these young guys like a father loves his children. I always have hope and I try and demonstrate my faith in them through my actions. I have faith. hope and love and I still hurt. Someday there will be another call from the cell or another visit to the jail to try and infusde him with fresh hope. He needs a fresh fire in his soul. Only God can do that but he can use willing folks as kindling. If you are of the praying sort, please say a prayer. If your a kind thinker, please think kindly towards anybody who needs some fresh hope.
Thanks for your time. Go do something nice for somebody.
1 Corinthians 13:13 Amplified Bible
13 And so faith, hope, love abide [faith—conviction and belief respecting man’s relation to God and divine things; hope—joyful and confident expectation of eternal salvation; love—true affection for God and man, growing out of God’s love for and in us], these three; but the greatest of these is love.
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