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It’s the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Our family is well into the four-hour trip from our home in Jacksonville, Florida, to a large medium-security prison near Pensacola.
We’ll arrive at the prison around 8:30 a.m., stay until 2:00 p.m., and then make the reverse drive back home. Eight hours in the car for a half hour of administrative processing and five hours of visit. Actually, we’re getting off easy. Family members from south Florida sometimes drive all night to visit their loved ones.
The man we’re going to see is my brother. He’s also my wife’s brother, my son’s brother, and my daughter’s brother. By the time I met him, he was doing the second decade of a life sentence for first-degree murder. He was spared the electric chair by one jury vote. I never imagined such a man would be in my family. But God’s imagination isn’t limited by mine.
An “Unusual Family.” The weak November sun is climbing behind us as we line…
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