Hear it from the heart. Every week or so, we publish a story about the life of our ministry. All names are fictionalized to protect the identity of those inside. Thanks for reading!
Something was wrong with Hagan. His grades were quickly falling. Easy assignments that he’d previously complete in almost no time were returned to me blank. One of the prison’s staff approached me and pleaded with me, asking me to talk to him before it was too late. As our horticulture class ended that day, I told Hagan to stay after class. I excused my teaching assistant and we sat alone, soft sunlight filtering into the classroom through the razor wire outside. I pull
Paul Simon sings, “You’ve got to learn how to fall before you learn how to fly.” Well, there I was, learning how to fall, although at this particular moment, I certainly didn’t want to be falling. I was helpless, quickly plummeting to the ground while attached to an utterly useless 9.8 mm rope. It was Sunday, I had arranged to pick up Tom early in the morning and then take him to lunch afterwards. We’d then visit the rock climbing gym and go climbing. What could go wrong? T
