A letter from a prisoner
Hello, my name is James. I am an inmate in the Michigan Department of Corrections for a drug case. Twenty years ago, I was involved in a car accident, in which I lost my sister and was seriously injured myself. I lost myself! As well as my way in life, one which God had cleared the path for me. To mask my emotional pain, I started drinking to avoid being able to feel. Eventually, it stopped working but it was too late. I had become dependent upon alcohol. Then, one night an acquaintance introduced me to Crystal Meth and after that, I never stood a chance. I kept it well hidden from my wife and son for nine plus years, but then my wife found out. It led to a lot of problems between us and she left me and took my 12-year-old son at the time down to Kentucky. My 16-year relationship with my wife was in shambles. My meth use exploded, and I started manufacturing it to support my habits. Well, it didn’t take long before the Drug Task Force was knocking at my door with a search warrant. The gig was up. I was sentenced to 7 years on my minimum end and 30 years on my maximum end.
You would think that with the loss of seven years of my life and the possibility of losing a whole lot more, that I would have been done with drugs. But, I wasn’t! The first year and a half of my bit I got hooked on Suboxin in prison. One day I was walking the yard and a guy that I knew came up to me and asked me if I believed in God. I told him I did but being brought up Methodist on my Dad’s side and Catholic on my Mom’s side, absolutely nothing made much sense to me. He informed me he had a book for me to read if I was interested in the truth about God and who we are. Needless to say, he made me curious, so I took the book.
I don’t remember the name, but it changed my life. It told the story of how the Celto-Saxon people are the Israelites in the Bible and how Jesus was here on earth to save the lost House of Israel. Everything started to make sense to me. Once I realized who I was, being of Celto-Saxon descent, and learning the Bible being the instructions, laws, and history of the Israelites, I picked it up and started reading it knowing it was made for me. I couldn’t stop reading it.
Then, one night while reading the Bible, I felt this sudden peace and joy wash over me. It was better than any high I ever felt. I got the sudden urge to pray. I did and I asked God to fill me with knowledge and wisdom in His laws and commandments. I also asked Him to help me stay clean. I haven’t used since that night. It’s been 2 ½ years now. At the facility I was at there was a remnant of 6 brothers who had a never-ending supply of books on the Christian Israelite subjects and it became an obsession for me. I have read everything, everything I could possibly read. I now identify myself as an Israelite and I am a loyal servant to God and the Lord Jesus Christ. I have no urge to get high and I am trying to get a peer recovery program started here. I transferred to a different facility and there is a remnant of four brothers here learning to live right by God, but unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of reading material to help spread the message. Long story short and the whole purpose of this long letter is that I found a Thy Kingdom Come magazine here and liked its messages a lot. I would like to be put on the mailing list.
I feel if I can help just one person, it makes everything worth it.
Editor’s Comment: We have a large prison ministry who receive our magazine on a regular basis. Judging from letters, we cannot determine if they are on our mailing list for genuine interest in the articles or if it is just reading material to pass the lonely days and nights. We are encouraged by those paroled prisoners who write us wanting to continue receiving the booklet and, of course, we receive periodic letters from a few. Either way, it is good to know our articles are making an impact. The author of this article, James (we don’t publish full names), wrote us the following and we believe you will want to read about his experience. I know as I read his penultimate paragraph, a tear came to my eye and I also, as he wrote, “got a sudden urge to pray”. Thank you, James.