Today, I can look past the prison walls to a world on the inside. It’s a world that shouldn’t be forgotten, populated with a people who need a voice.
PRISON FELLOWSHIP – GIVING A VOICE TO THE VOICELESS
At my desk at Prison Fellowship in northern Virginia, there’s an index card tacked to the wall of my cubicle. On it I’ve written a verse from the Scriptures:
Open your mouth for the mute,
For the rights of all the unfortunate.
Open your mouth, judge righteously,
And defend the rights of the afflicted and needy.
Proverbs 31:8-9, New American Standard Bible
It reminds me of why I’m here, and why I care about the incarcerated people of America.