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Seeing God’s Grace Behind the Walls – From Volunteer to Board Member   When I first became a jail ministry volunteer, I got involved because of my passion to provide hope, love and support to hurting women.  Throughout my time as a ministry volunteer, I was blessed

“Listening to God”   “Six long years here in the prison but I am not going to complain about it because if the Lord had not set me down, I would not understand what I really need to be doing in life.”  -Cherry Street Prison Offender I

“Only One Way”   Consider the words of Jesus. “You cannot come to the Father but through me.” Now consider that He was the carpenter who built the bridge over dangerous valleys for some to come. Perhaps He was the mason who built stone steps for some

Thanking God for Waking Me Up What is the first thing you think of when you wake up each morning? I’d never given that much thought – until I became involved in worship services at the Cherry Street Prison and the Downtown Jail. At these worship services,

In John’s Gospel there’s a story about a large crowd being fed from a boy’s five loaves and two fish.  A lot of hungry folks fed by a little gift. Every miracle we see is the result of someone we don’t see behind the scenes praying, giving,

It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was on the elevator at the Forsyth County Jail. We stopped on the fourth floor to pick up an officer and an inmate, Ron, who had finished his sentence and was headed to Final Release. Ron looked at me and

Twice a month volunteers from The Order of St. Luke Healing Ministry come to the prison to offer healing prayer to the inmates. Recently, I sat in their prayer circle and was blessed to share in prayer with the volunteers and the men who had gathered. The

Give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his mercy endureth forever. Psalm 136:1          I am truly, grateful for the afforded opportunity to serve as Chaplain/Family Minister at Forsyth Jail and Prison Ministries.  I never dreamed that this area of ministry would be part of God’s plan

It was Tuesday and I was on my way to my office at the prison. Getting low on gasoline, I stopped at the station on the corner of Polo and Cherry Streets. Thinking about things to do at work, I was surprised to see a woman approach

Little did I know that accepting an invitation almost 10 years ago from my friend Bob Richardson, to have donuts and coffee at Cherry Street Prison, would reshape my “view of the world from where I’m sitting.”  Men from Mt. Tabor UMC meet quarterly at the prison chapel fellowship