The jail room’s cold concrete walls surrounded me like a stone tomb. Women inmates stood in their tiny cell rooms behind metal doors. They stared at me through thick-glassed windows in the doors. They stared at me like animals in a cage waiting to get out.
Without warning, a loud clicking sound echoed throughout the room as each bolted door automatically unlocked. The women emerged from their cells like the walking dead. Some of them sat down in front of the television. Others used the pay telephones.
One inmate, with tangled bleached hair and a tattoo on her forearm, timidly approached my table. “Are you the church lady?”
“I’m a volunteer jail chaplain. Would you like to study the Bible?”
She nodded and sat across from me. Dull eyes, hollow cheeks, and two missing front teeth belied her age. I’d seen her withered face on dozens of women addicted to drugs.
We talked for a few minutes to break the ice. Then I opened my Bible to Mark 5:1-20 and read about a man possessed by demons. Although the townspeople tried to chain the man, he always broke free and ran around like a mad dog. He lived in the tombs of dead men. He gashed himself with stones.
But Jesus came to the man. He healed him, revealing God’s love and power.
I told the woman, “It’s the same unfathomable love that led Jesus to the cross to die for our sins. It’s the same incomparable power that raised Jesus from the dead, and gives us eternal life.”
Hope illuminated the woman’s face. We prayed. And by God’s love and power, this shackled woman became my sister in Christ.
Became like me, a sinner saved by grace.
“But because of His great love for us, God who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgression – it is by grace you have been saved.” (Ephesians 2:4,5 NIV)
9 thoughts on “Free on the Inside”
This is so great that you’re in jail ministry, Karen. Thanks for sharing what it is like. I can’t imagine how discouraging it would be to be in jail, and am so thankful you’re ministering to the ladies there. I’ve thought of doing this, but am volunteering at a nursing home and don’t feel like I have time for both – maybe some day, though.
God calls each of us to different opportunities. Before I had children, I used to visit nursing homes on a monthly basis. We had a group called Earth Angels. 🙂 There are so many areas to serve and love others, it’s hard to choose.
I admire your willingness to serve. I pray God uses you to touch these women and that they come to know the love and forgiveness that only comes from the Lord.
Thank you for the kind words. You are right, the Lord is their only hope, but even then when they give their hearts to Christ, they don’t know any other way to live. Many of their lives become a vicious cycle of addiction which leads to crime which leads to jail, And rehab programs are few and difficult to get into. However, I have seen praise stories! .
Did this happen recently? Nevertheless I’m proud.
No, this is a re post.
God bless your work, Karen!
Keeping you in prayer and all the women you serve
Thank you for the prayers! And your consistent encouragement.
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