Prison Baptism
There are those, that are excepted, and taught to be a person of faith right from the start. Of which is very good-of which all should have a belief to worship by.
Christian, now my God-son, came to this prison ready for anything. Anything, of which was wrong. In fact he came here on a disciplinary transfer. He was nice talk to, but also ready to fight anyone, guards and inmates.
Low and behold, he walks into the prison chapel. He sees me and wonders to himself what I was doing there. George worshipping? Upon noticing that I noticed him, he left.
The next week I see him standing in the back, looking out of place. I wave him over; he stays for the service. I notice he does not completely involve himself in the service. Why? Most likely because he was never baptized.
Anyways, Christian is gone for a while, then shows up again. There is something in his eyes this time though.
“… you know a real man does not care what the other guy thinks. I kneel before the Lord because it pleases me” I say to him.
“Yea, but I ain’t baptized, so I don’t get all the benefits” he says back to me.
“Well, you want in?” I ask.
“…sure” he says after a short pause.
It took Christain two years of Bible study with staff and myself before he was to be baptized.
The photos you see are of the day Christian was baptized. What a glorious day, for him and me. I have been a Godfather to a few while caged. You don’t have to seek the Lord in a big fancy church-no, the Lord can be had right here, in a cold, gray cell.
