Churches & Prison Ministry: There’s nobody like that in my church!
“So far, so good…”The sentiment echoed in the back of my mind constantly, as I surveyed the faces of others on my cell block. I felt enough shame for being a Christian in the jail. The fact that I had once pastored one of the largest churches in the county compounded the shame, and drove me to a suspicion of every other inmate as I tried to avoid an embarrassing encounter with someone who knew me. It came crashing to a halt with one word. “Pastor.” I told the inquiring young
