I have had a couple of interesting evenings. Last night I did a demonstration of healing prayer and was profoundly moved at how the Spirit moved. I had not participated in this ministry for years but I can still see the power that remains. I was blessed by my own part and gifts that were displayed. The time was a precious reminder that prayer is powerful and God is at work, waiting to use our gifts for the greater Good. As I watched the team work together, I knew that a kind face is also valuable gift.
Tonight at prison, I sat beside a newcomer, or so I thought. It turned out he was a lifer who had returned after being out for seven years. He spoke to me during mass a few times and I could see his profound struggle. I had an encouraging word for him though and I tried so hard to keep a kind face as I listened to his story. His eyes teared up at a couple of places in his sharing and once, I could feel tears rise in my own eyes. After ten years, I can tell when I am being played, and this felt real and honest. I wanted him to know that God loved him, even if he could no longer believe in God who had deserted him in his opinion. He was not bitter which surprised me. He maintains that he is innocent this time. He has lost everything by this arrest. As I end this day, I am haunted by his story and pray that God would wrap his arms around him.
Peace,
Suzanne
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