A reminder why I tell stories.

The privilege I have of telling these stories face-to-face with the inmates in our jail is one of the greatest joys of my life. Tonight, shortly after the book was released, I headed to jail for the evening. After we spent time singing, I told a short story about a man who forgave instead of taking justifiable revenge. After I finished praying for the men, a big, silent inmate came over. He never says much and looks intimidating. When I held out my hand to shake it, he made it clear he wasn’t there to shake hands. He came up for a hug. He held me, not awkwardly, but as if I could give him a father’s hug. I hope I did. -Unemployed Idealist