Monday, February 17, 2020
Introducing Darius. Or maybe not.
I fell off the bandwagon in mid-January when I got sick. Instead of doing MORE, I was happy to do ANYTHING. But now in mid-February, I'm breathing without coughing, going hours without napping and ready to for MORE.
Inspired by my niece, I RSVP'd "yes" when my church asked for volunteers to be prison pen pals. My congregation is very involved with prison reform. And how hard could it be? After all, I write for a living.
What I didn't take into account is that prison is full of very not-nice people.
I was matched with Darius. He is serving a life sentence for a double homicide. GULP! He has already been in prison for 25 years.
I know we shouldn't judge a person's entire life by his worst moments.
I know that when we help the least among us, it's as if we are helping the Lord.
And so I wrote to Darius. I didn't use my last name and am using the church as my return address.
I am hopeful that he answers and that we begin a correspondence that enriches us both. Megan, a fellow congregant, has experience writing to inmates and will help me if I feel uncomfortable. And this is only a six-month commitment.
I am hopeful, but skeptical. We'll see how this unfolds.