. . . come, follow Me —Luke 18:22
I write this on the final morning of the Kairos weekend. We have been passing on Christ’ invitation to “come, follow me” to a group of residents of Camp D. I will always remember this Kairos as the “Little Kairos that Could.” We were short of volunteers, money, cookies. We had to cut back from our usual 7 tables to 5; Still the Holy Spirit showed up.
My favorite memory may be of the man who has been incarcerated here for 57 years. On the first night he would not even introduce himself. Yesterday he was happily sharing with anyone who would listen. We have a muslim who yesterday admitted that we were Christians as defined by Our Lord, he could indentify us by our love. Yesterday we made lists of those persons, often including ourselves, whom we hold in unforgiveness. As the day concluded we burned the lists in a special ceremony.
I recall the man who said, “Last night when I went to bed, it was like I wasn’t even in prison.” Or the man who proclaimed, “You made me feel like a man, not a criminal.” Or the one who said, “I didn’t think there was this much love in the State of Louisiana.”
Several of the men last night announced that they had to “pass on” the love they had received during the weekend.
Thank you for all you have done to make this weekend possible: the cookies, financial support and prayers. Many have heard Him say “Follow Me” and they have responded, “Here Am I Lord.”
You have blessed many.
Be blessed. Will miss being in service with you today, but will be praising God here in a special way.
Nick
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