On prisoners, and saying "Thanks!"
My mother taught me a valuable lesson, and she did it by modeling. She always took time to say “thank you.” And she didn’t do it in some trite manner, as if it were an after-thought. She took the time to send a note of thanks on pretty note paper. She dropped off a freshly-baked coffee cake. She made a personal visit. Her expressions of gratitude were genuine. In my devotions, I love reading the gospels…I like the Jesus stories. I’m totally amazed that, even though crowds swarmed around him begging for healing, he never got sick of it. Never sent them away saying he’d done enough healing that day. And then there came the ten lepers. Only one of them returned to say, “Thank you.” HFP Board Chairman Dan Rooks and I got another “prison fix” this week, and it reminded me of some of those Bible stories. 150 men in the room, all of them with needs, all of them wanting help. But here’s the thing that really touched me: They first expressed thanks! It was a meeting of