When speaking to the ladies in jail I like to start with a joke. Sometimes they get it and other times well lets just say it requires a little further explanation. Tonight they got it. In fact it broke up the whole room. Sometimes being funny in such a serious place as jail is a little touchy, but everyone needs a little laughter from time to time don’t they? After the laughter died down, Joyce Zander, the Chaplin said, “now you have to reel them back in.”
It wasn’t an easy task, but I proclaimed we have someone who is seeking to have a relationship with us too, and we are scared He might kill us for the evil we have done in our lives. 2 Samuel 9, records the story of King David showing kindness to Mephibosheth, who was the son of Jonathan and the grandson of King Saul. The King and his son Jonathan both died in battle at the same time. When Mephibosheth’s nurse heard the news, she was so scared of what might happen to the boy so she fled, and while doing so, Mephibosheth fell and crippled both his feet. Much later in the story, David seeks out the descendants of Jonathan and learns of his son. He invites him and the entire household to come and tells them “You shall eat at my table regularly.”
The amazing thing is the very name Mephibosheth means, to be ashamed, to be disappointed or delayed. He lived in a place called Lo-Debar which means, pasture-less. Think about this, he can’t walk, can’t grow a garden and has no place to raise animals. He had nothing to give to the King. So Mephibosheth fell on his face before the King and declared, “What is your servant, that you should regard a dead dog like me?” Can you imagine how Mephibosheth must have felt? The girls sitting in orange could tell you. You could have heard a pin drop in that place. We have all felt unworthy to be in the presence of the King, but no matter, the King loves us because of who Jesus is. Just like Mephibosheth was loved by David because of David’s covenant with Jonathan. Although Mephibosheth felt this way, he ate at the King’s table regularly as one of the King’s sons even though he was lame in both feet.
I didn’t know who this spoke to tonight, but as one of the ladies was leaving she hugged me and said, “That story was for me, thank you.” I thank God that He loves us enough to seek us out and love us AS His son or daughter.
One of the two girls I met with after ward was one who was out of jail, had a job, had a car, lived with her grandmother, but violated her probation. She is angry at herself for listening to the enemy. Through her frustration she expressed her determination to get back up and do things differently. She is hoping she didn’t catch new charges and can serve out her sentence and go home. I am excited to see what happens because I know God has a good plan for her.
Annastaja is the next lady I met with; she doesn’t mind that I use her real name because she is looking forward to a different life than the one that keeps her coming back to jail. This is the longest she has had to sit here and never wants to do this again. I told her there is one way that can happen for her and that is to love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul with all your mind and strength. When we love God more than anything and let Him love us, supernatural things happen. He has already made a way because He is the way, and He seeks us out because He loves us.
Written by Tracey