Not so long ago someone asked me how I became interested in prison ministry. I didn’t have an answer at that time. Or perhaps I did. Perhaps I only thought I should have some well thought out, eloquently spoken response.
Perhaps it began when I asked God to break my heart for what breakes His. Or was it was when I began to contemplate what consecration really meant. You see I was not cherished as a child. Sure, I was loved but not really nurtured as a child should be. I was a lost and lonely child who became a lost and lonely adolescent who became an empty adult. My heart was a gaping whole needing to be filled. I turned to many things in hopes of fulfillment. But only the love of Christ could change me.
As I look at the faces of the ladies in white I realize I could be any one of them. I am every one of them. Only because I chose to surrender am I no longer in my own prison.
I pray that they see Jesus through me. I pray that they trust the love and grace that He has for each one of them. I pray that they would not be satisfied with having a savoir; but be completely captivated by His love. I pray that they will surrender.