Christmas is supposed to be a happy time, so why do so many of us deal with holiday depression in the winter?
'He loves me not because of anything I could ever do for Him, but simply because He is my Dad, and I am His son.'
It is a story of adoption. It is a story of the lost being found. It is a story about God.
The following article was originally published in Spring 2017 edition of Inside Journal. Inside Journal is a quarterly newspaper published by Prison Fellowship® just for prisoners.
The following article was originally published in Winter 2017 edition of Inside Journal. Inside Journal is a quarterly newspaper published by Prison Fellowship® just for prisoners.
This article is reprinted here with permission.
The following article originally appeared in Inside Journal, Prison Fellowship’s quarterly publication for men and women behind bars.
The young man in the orange jumpsuit held his face in his hands. The tattoo on one hand read “defiant.” “If only I’d been there with him—if only!”
When I was growing up my father had a favorite saying. “There are two types of people in the world,” he would say, “those who need to share the Gospel, and those who need to hear it. So if you’re not sharing it …”
The words he left unsaid did most of the talking, and I always knew he meant it sincerely.
Answers aren’t always easy to find in prison.
Behind bars, where people search for something to give them purpose and a sense of belonging, many religions and sects peddle their beliefs. In some units, where prisoners have no access to chapel services or other special events, the Truth can be even harder to spot.
We all have a deep need to understand the Gospel in terms that are meaningful to us – that resonate in the deepest part of who we are.
A significant minority of men and women incarcerated in the United States speak Spanish as their primary language.
In her mug shot, 24-year-old Karen* looks like a frail child, but she has five young children of her own.