Prison volunteers: lightening the burden!
No one is
useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else.
I discovered
something very important back in the 70s, when I was leading a little rag-tag
group of 13 singers in a new group called HIS MEN. It was important to stretch
these white, middle-class businessmen, teachers and laborers. So I constantly
pushed them into unfamiliar venues with their message of song: jails, prisons,
hospitals, nursing homes, orphanages, and churches unlike theirs.
The results were
predictable. Not only were listeners of these fine old gospel melodies blessed
beyond compare, but the singers were touched even more! Their world was
suddenly expanded. The ripple effect followed. They shared with others.
I’m reminded
of all this while basking in warm feelings over a weekend experience at the
Muskegon Correctional Facility. I attended the annual Volunteer Appreciation
Celebration. I barely qualified to participate. Most volunteers are regulars,
while I had merely gone into the prison to conduct a couple of workshops.
I was amazed
at the number of people who go into Michigan prisons weekly to interact with inmates. Volunteers of many colors and persuasions. At the Muskegon CF event the
warden thanked them, the chaplain thanked them, and prisoner after prisoner stood
up representing his particular group to say thanks.
Over lunch,
my friend John was quick to explain. The reason we are all so grateful is that
this is our window to the outside. We can’t be out there, and so these
wonderful people come in here. They’re busy people. They have their own
families and their own churches. The reason you are hearing so many words of
thanks is because these busy people GIVE OF THEMSELVES! Just to make a
difference here!
The prison’s
Activities Director presented a token gift to every volunteer. But HFP’s
significant award came from two prisoners. John, who said to me: We
can’t say enough about your work. For 17 years you’ve been helping us! And an anonymous prisoner who made certain he
shook my hand before he returned to his cell: You don’t know me, but when I heard
your name I had to thank you. I’ve been in here over 30 years, and I’ve heard of
the good things you do many times.
My dear
friend and gospel singer par excellence Alma James Perry used to sing this old
Mahalia Jackson song:
If I can help somebody, as I travel along
If I can help somebody, with a word or song
If I can help somebody, from doing wrong
My living shall not be in vain
If I can help somebody, with a word or song
If I can help somebody, from doing wrong
My living shall not be in vain
No, my living shall not be in vain.
Amen.
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