Lectionary Tales For The Pulpit
We lived only about six miles from church, but we had to pass a maximum security prison on our way. Every Sunday as we drove alongside the prison, we would watch the prisoners doing exercises, playing basketball, running on the track, or just sitting and visiting with other inmates. We always commented on how it must feel to be trapped, in a sense. They had no freedom; their lives were lived within concrete walls that were behind barbed-wire fences eight feet high. Guard towers were at every corner and cameras were trained on the walls. We felt bad for them.
