Having just completed 28 months of my existence here at Bastrop Federal Satellite camp, I've encountered a few men who would be close friends in the 'world'. One of them left this month to participate in RDAP, the residential drug and alcohol program which is not available here. I've written about that program before. He was the self proclaimed "In-House Editor" of this blog and I'll miss his comments like "Those self-help books are doing you no good." or "That was way too Baptist for most normal folks." or "Were you having an out of body experience when you wrote that?" He referred to himself in the 3rd person as "Ben Bradlee," after the famous executive editor of The Washington Post during the Watergate scandal. He'll have the option to return to Bastrop in about a year when the program concludes in Texarkana. Until then, I'll have to rely solely on my "Editor At Large," Jana Rundle, who also refers to herself in the 3rd person.
Here's an insightful word from Ian Morgan Cron's book The Road Back to You. "Anyone who says they're "trying" to be a good Christian right away reveals they have no idea what a Christian is. Christianity is not something you do as much as something that gets done to you. Once you know the dark side of your personality, simply give God consent to do for you what you've never been able to do for yourself, namely, bring meaningful and lasting change to your life."
On the evening of December 7th, we received 3-4" of snow. At least one-third of our inmate population had never seen snow, so it was like being surrounded by 6 year old boys instead of the usual 15 year olds. The next day saw the most elaborate and well planned team snow ball skirmish ever. It was great fun.
Thanks to the voting prowess of evangelical Christians, Judge Roy Moore was almost elected to the US Senate from the great state of Alabama, filling the unexpired term of now Attorney General Jefferson Beauregard Sessions. It was not so proud a day to be a Republican. I wonder if there might be a break-up coming for us after 37 years. It will not be surprising to get a pseudo personal letter from the Grand Ole Party reading, "We need some time apart. It's not you, it's me."
On December 10th, my friend here ran his marathon to raise awareness and money for the Texas Offender Reentry Initiative (TORI), finishing in the respectable (considering the condition of the ground and his shoes) time of 3:45. I wrote about his training and TORI here. It's not too late to support his effort to help this worthwhile ministry by clicking here.
Speaking of money, as we are about to begin 2018, this is my 193rd post. Believe it or not, it actually costs money to create, edit and post this stuff, and it would be impossible without the financial assistance of others. I owe a huge debt of gratitude to those who have provided that support over the last 28 months. Any THANK YOU sounds grossly inadequate. Thank you for reading what I write, and like a Baptist preacher who likes his/her job, I'll not mention money again until next year when it's time for the Lottie Moon Christmas Offering.