What? Thankful for prisoners?
I know, I
know. It sounds terrible. Actually, I guess it should be reworded. I’m thankful for prisoners in my life, and for
all the lessons I learn from them.
I am not thankful that our nation has the highest
incarceration rate in the world, and that our own state keeps people in prison
longer than most others.
I am not thankful that we still have over 41,000 people in
the Michigan prison system, costing taxpayers $4-million a day…more than we
spend on education!
I am not thankful for the numerous cases of over-charging
and over-sentencing felons in Michigan, bringing about the Governor’s
appointment of a committee to investigate and reform our woefully inadequate indigent defense.
I am not thankful for the lack of sentence alternatives,
which could render such positive results in society if given the chance.
I am not thankful for the lack of uniformity in sentences,
as seen in the wide range of sentences received by prisoners for the same
crime, committed in different counties.
I am not thankful for a Parole Board that often refuses to
release prisoners who have fulfilled all of their obligations by their early
release date…especially sex offenders.
You get my
point.
But as this
80-year-old man reflects on his daily interaction with incarcerated men and
women, something that has been going on for more than 15 years, there is
definitely cause for genuine Thanksgiving at this holiday time, 2016.
In the
summer of 2004, after persuading the Governor to release Maurice Carter for
health reasons, we never made it to Thanksgiving Day. Maurice died in October, three months after
he walked out of the prison hospital.
But I still remember giving thanks that year, because he not only
touched Marcia and me, but he also touched the lives of our kids and grand-kids
with his kindness, his love, his gentility, his faith, his ability to forgive…especially
in not continuing to hold a grudge.
That’s only
the beginning of the examples I can give.
I have a
friend who has been wrongly convicted, whose life has been totally ruined by an
imperfect judicial system and who has served 15 years…and yet, my faith cannot
hold a candle to his!
I sometimes become
impatient over little things like bad drivers, but I have another friend who has served over 40
years on a wrongful conviction, but whose patience never wavers…he’s optimistic
that his day will come!
There are
numerous friends---both men and women---who have such physical disabilities and
ailments, who suffer so much, who receive such imperfect and inadequate care…and
yet these people teach me how to smile in a time of adversity.
I think of a
woman serving life who had made it her goal to care for a physically and
mentally ailing companion who can no longer function properly on her own. Her servant-spirit reminds me how important
it is to serve others under the worst of circumstances.
So, at
Thanksgiving time, 2016, I thank God for the lessons I learn each day from
these beautiful people---each one of them created in his image!
No wonder
Jesus loved them so much! So do I.
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