It's the night before Easter Sunday. I should be thinking about my Savior, and what he did for me. But I'm hurting. I'm reading a letter from a prisoner. He's terminally ill. He has cancer. We've been trying to help him obtain a commutation of his sentence. There's no reason for him to be there anymore. It would cost the state a fortune to treat him properly. He's certainly no threat to society. So what's the point?
The problem for Mr. C. is that he just can't get treatment. What the heck is wrong with us? Can't we give the guy the medicine he needs?
His simple letter just explains how sick he has become, and that recent tests at a Michigan hospital showed that his tumors are growing.
But then he complains about his chemo. First they gave him this. Then they gave him that. Than they decided to stop.
He enclosed copies of his many grievances, because it appears that all kinds of steps have been taken by the system to block his treatment. What's this all about? An oncologist ordered chemo, but a nurse got in the way and stopped it because there was a confusion over what day the treatment was to be received. So she wouldn't let him have it. And then it got to be five days after the treatment was ordered, he was in pain, and still no chemo.
I apologise on behalf of all free citizens. Our system is broken. God help us.
It's absolutely no wonder why Jesus felt such compassion for prisoners. This season reminds us that HE was wrongly convicted. In the process, he was terribly abused. And then wrongly executed.
We take our marching orders from the risen Lord.
He is risen! He is risen, indeed!