Palm Sunday

A daughter named Genesis

'I left the jail one Monday morning last month feeling a heaviness that I have not felt in some time.' (Image by Fifaliana Joy/Pixabay)

I left the jail one Monday morning last month feeling a heaviness that I have not felt in some time.

I don’t go there each Monday with some big agenda—I’m not there to reform or convert or instruct, but to listen, to pray, to encourage. But most days, I get a glimpse of goodness through a conversation, a smile, a new insight into the human heart and the human predicament.

Not that day, though.

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