A dentist, two Methodist Pastors, an ex-prisoner, a retired businessman and another businessman entered Lincoln County jail yesterday to speak, sing, pray and show Gospel comfort.
Danny, the ex-prisoner, matched all the male inmates we encountered. He had visible scars, including lewd tattoos everywhere on his neck and arms. He was partially blind from a meth lab that blew up in his face several years back, and walked slightly skewed from three near-fatal automobile wrecks. And, oh, by the way, he prayed as fervently as anyone I have ever heard. Danny led us in prayer before we left the parking lot to go in, he prayed in front of every group we saw, and he prayed in the parking lot before we left....for county sheriff deputies getting ready to get off work. The dentist, Gregg, had told us that Danny could give his testimony in thirty minutes....and Perry, the other businessman piped in with, "He could spend longer though if you let him." (He had heard the long version!) I had heard the short version over lunch. Danny hardly had time to eat for all the speaking he did telling us of a most tragic life style in and out of jail, in and out of prescription and home-made drug addiction, in and out of hospitals from car wrecks, in and out of marriage, in and out of and now back into spiritual renewal He seemed to live to tell of his salvation, about how Jesus had saved him, and about how now that he could not work a normal job, he could spend all his time "witnessin' ".
Some of the prisoners, including females we visited, Danny knew by name. He has been going to the jail for several years now doing this and it was clear he knew what he was doing.
The Pastor there read from James and gave a brief sermon to the inmates. He read and spoke from the book of James. "Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him." (James 1:12) He spoke of how even we who are outside the prison are under trial and how all people must learn perseverance. The inmate's faces all reflected broken spirit, fear, uncertainty, determination, surrender, anger, vengeance....you name it. Some cared that we were there, some were curious as to why we would be there, some didn't care....all wanted to be in another place. Some didn't understand the word perseverance.
By the time we left, I felt comfortable and strangely contented. We had Danny with us.