It was hard, walking through those prison gates for the first time, knowing that I was just starting a twentyfive-year sentence. What would my life be like there? I didn’t know, and I felt anxious. But I had given my life to Christ, so I was trusting him to be with me behind bars. What I wanted most was a friend in Christ.
Tired from the long bus ride to the prison, I found a chair in the intake area, where incoming prisoners wait to get fingerprinted, photographed,...
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