“PRAISE GOD! PLEASE, GOD!” by Tony Casson

“Let them praise the Lord for His great love
and for the wonderful things He has done for them.” Psalm 107:8 NLT

Like thieves in the night, they came and stole him away.

Sounds pretty dramatic, doesn’t it? Actually, it was, in a way. Not too long ago, at around 3 AM, someone went into my friend Rob’s cell and woke him up to tell him to ‘pack out’ and get ready to travel. He was being transferred to another location, which in and of itself is not an unusual occurrence. In this case, however, he had not been designated ahead of time, and had no idea. He asked the C.O. if he could check and see where he was being sent and I can only imagine his surprise and pleasure at the response.

I know Rob prayed daily for God to intervene and move him closer to his family. His family lives in Norfolk, Va. and Washington, D.C., as well as somewhere else in that vicinity. The C.O. informed him that he was being moved to Petersburg, Va. which should ensure that Rob receives almost weekly visits from his wife, daughters, or son. He should also get to see his new bright-red-haired granddaughter! Rob did get visits here on occasion, but they were very inconvenient for the family (as they are for SO many). In fact, one of his daughter’s had just been to visit him the previous weekend. Had they known he was going to be that close, she probably would have waited. But…no matter…Rob is going to be near those he loves!

Like Steve Marshall before him, I will miss Rob. He answered a great many questions for me and was always available to offer guidance and advice, or just to listen. We discussed things of worldly importance, and of NO importance. We talked of family and friends, the past and the future, and I will surely notice his absence. That said, I am very grateful to God that another GOOD person will be closer to his family.

PRAISE GOD! I believe he heard Rob’s prayers and answered them! Good luck to you, Rob, and may God bless you and your family!

“We put our hope in the Lord,
He is our help and our shield.”
Psalm 33:20 NLT

A couple of days after the great news about Rob, I was sitting in the dining hall eating my dinner. The tables are round with 4 circular seats attached to each one. The seat to my right was empty when a very elderly man I had not seen before leaned on the table and asked if he could join us. I said that he could, of course, and the man sat heavily into the chair. I inquired if he was alright and he said that he wasn’t sure. in the course of the next 5 minutes, I discovered that he was a ‘self-surrender’ as I was, and had just been released from the S.H.U. after 5 days of ‘segregation’ for a TB test. I learned that he was 82 years old and had just begun serving a 6 year sentence. I also learned that he was in poor health, and one got the impression that he was in the early stages of dementia. In addition, I learned that he was uncertain as to whether or not he would be able to walk back to his housing unit, which happened to be one of the furthest from the dining hall. I told him I would get him a wheelchair and get him ‘home’.

I spoke with one of the officers monitoring the dinner and he called a lieutenant over. He, in turn, called medical services and then sent me over to pick up a wheelchair. By the time I returned, the gentleman had been joined by my friend Richard Roy, as well as a couple other people from his unit, which was right next door to where I was going to return my new ‘friend’. One of the men with Richard said he would push him back, and we all got up to leave together. The old man was grateful and squeezed my hand. I didn’t know whether to cry or be physically ill over the entire situation.

On our way out, we passed the 2 female officers who monitored the Toastmasters organization twice a month and had shown themselves to be decent individuals. I looked at them, and in answer to their questioning looks at us and the old man, I asked them, “Is this the best we can do for an 82 year old man? 6 years in prison? We should all be ashamed of our country.”

And we should, for no matter WHAT the elderly gentleman was guilty of, he obviously was incapable of inflicting harm on anyone. And consider this, he was deemed harmless enough to be on pre-trial release, and then to be allowed to self-surrender after pleading guilty to whatever crime it was. And whoever the judge was found it necessary, and appropriate, to give the man 6 years in prison at 82 years of age!

PLEASE, God! Help me to understand HOW our society has gotten to the point that imprisoning a feeble 82 year old man, who is in poor health, for 6 YEARS is the solution to our problems? And I ask all of you to join me in asking that question of our government.

God bless you all.

“THE POET IN PRISON” by Tony Casson

I recently met a young man named James Dustin Smith. He prefers to be called “Dustin”. I discovered that he has a close relationship with God that he relies on to help him get through his own personal situation, and I also had the pleasure of reading a book of poems that he penned. His sister compiled them into that beautiful little book as a birthday present for her brother. It is attractively done and full of….well….it is full of a young man’s innermost thoughts about himself, life, people he loves, and God. As you read the collection, there is a verse from the Holy Bible on each left-hand page, with one of Dustin’s poems on the opposing page. It is a thoughtful compilation, and I enjoyed the things that Dustin shared in it.

The book can be purchased at Blurb.com for a modest price if anyone is interested. Dustin proudly said that it has sold over 500 copies already. He said that to purchase the book, one need only go to that website and search the title, “Rebuilding My Vessel” A Collection of Poems Written By James Dustin Smith Compiled By Kayla Smith Wernet.

Dustin was kind enough to give me permission to include a selection from his book in these Chronicles, so I am offering you the poem which the book itself is named after. I give you:

“REBUILDING MY VESSEL” by James Dustin Smith

Oh, how I sank into my ocean
As I cry out Lord, this is my devotion
Blinded as can be
I once sailed through these waters with my eyes only on me
I used to think I could guide my ship and never sink
But, your mighty waters are so rough
And with every blow to my ship
I taste the water I must sip
Yes, Lord, as I sail through the sea
Your mighty waters pour onto me
Nothing can phase me with you as my captain
I rise up on these waters and this is where my new life happens

I hope you will all give the book a second glance at Blurb.com http://www.blurb.com/books/3586679-rebuilding-my-vessel

God bless you all.

LOST AT SEA by Richard Roy

If a man had done his best, what else is there?  -General George S. Patton

Come back to the place of safety, all you prisoners who still have hope.  -Zechariah 9:12

Through the inky blackness of the night a small ship sails, tossed side-to-side, cresting and falling, wave and trough. Sailors fight to keep the ship together, lashing cargo, manning bilge pumps, sliding across worn decks slickened by the turbulent sea.

The water engulfs one sailor just as he releases his grip on the rail. His intention is to help; his action ill-advised. The wake of the ship pulls him under. He struggles against the forces of nature. The water parts above his head.  He gulps to fill his oxygen starved lungs.

The ship sails away.

The sailor, whose love has always been the sea, now finds the embrace of his lover more than he can bear. He screams to the ship for help, but the fight to save the ship and the salt water he swallowed has hoarsened his throat. The sound, had anyone been around to hear it, is terrifying. He curses, cries, pleads, screams and curses some more.

The lights of the ship, when visible, continue to dim as it moves into the distance.

The storm abates, waves calm, the eastern sky lightens, the last visible speck of the ship blips into the horizon. The sailor treads water.  He is exhausted from the fight but has established an ebbing equilibrium. It’s inevitable that he will, at some point, slip beneath the surface, nothing but a memory to those now abandoned.  For now though, he copes with what he has been given.

Your husband (son, father, friend) went through a turbulent time before coming to prison. Some break down, some express bravado, some resign themselves to fate and still others spew vitriol toward the system, family or friends. But all are souls tossed from the ship of society. Only the reaction to his plight is different.

It may be hard to know how to interact with your inmate. Human nature will not make this task any easier. You will experience phases of emotion much like the Stages of Grief: Denial, Pain and Guilt, Anger, Depression, Working Through, and Acceptance.  Understand, your inmate is feeling these same emotions. It is precisely this understanding that will carry you through.

Don’t give up. Contact with those who have meaning in his life is important beyond measure. We are exposed to others’ conversations while waiting at the phone bank  I am often dismayed by what I hear: abusive language, unreasonable demands and ultimatums from the incarcerated to the free world. I can’t imagine how it is received on the other end.

If this is something you have experienced then allow me to explain:  you are hearing the cries of the drowning man, the desperate, the powerless. These men used to earn a living.  They controlled what they ate and when. Entertainment wasn’t limited to one movie on Saturday night selected by an unknown person. Your inmate used to have choices:  freedom to work hard, earn money, pursue a dream. He also had freedom to slack off, abuse his choices and put his family through misery. Now all freedom is gone.  The choices he is allowed to make are petty. Eat, don’t eat. Work, don’t work. Exercise, don’t exercise. As far as the B.O.P. is concerned his only requirement is to breathe in and out occasionally.

Here’s where you come in. It is up to you to keep your inmate engaged; actively involved in the outside world. Start with regular correspondence. It doesn’t have to be an epistle, a simple note or newspaper clipping sends the message that someone cares. You cannot imagine how it feels to hear your name at mail call. Not organized? I get a one page letter from my sister every month, nearly the same day of the month. Knowing my sister, she has set up an email reminder on her work computer. I don’t care how she remembers, just that it is important to me that she does. Celebrate special days with a card. Purchase them in advance, sign them and put a Post-It Note on each to remind you when to send it.

A hometown newspaper subscription keeps your inmate aware of the community goings-on.  Prison is a time machine. The induced isolation gives the perception that the outside world is in a state of suspended animation. I suspect many felons return to prison as a result of the disorientation experienced to realize the world has moved on in their absence.  Soldiers experience this as well when they return from a long deployment.

Don’t coddle. Hiding bad news is ill-advised. Your inmate is an adult, treat him like one.  Inmates need to assimilate the same information you do in order to see future decisions from your point of view. Dog died, finances tight, unexpected pregnancy, these are a part of life. It may not be welcome news but it must be dealt with regardless. Small doses over the course of an incarceration are easier to digest than a heap to choke down upon release.

Involve your inmate in family decisions. Keeping him actively involved reassures his delicate sense of manhood. Consider his input regardless of what you ultimately decide. Then follow up, especially if it is not aligned with his desires.  Even seemingly small decisions become a big deal when an inmate has nothing else to focus his attention. The take-away? Involve, don’t tell.

Prison is a tough love situation. The vast majority of us put ourselves in this situation through our self-centered behavior. Your job is to no longer tolerate self-centeredness. Your inmate may need financial support to get set up initially, for stamps and phone calls. Commissary purchases are nice, and make prison slightly more tolerable, but aren’t necessary to sustain life. Your inmate will not starve to death. Your tax dollars are not paying for steak dinners but most meals are edible. Be careful in your monetary support. The same temptations that exist in the free world exist behind bars. The weaknesses your inmate had out there are the same ones he will have in here.

I wish I could report that every inmate is penitent and uses his time behind bars to develop his strength of character. However, inmates are still human and still subject to making poor decisions. To move in a positive direction he needs a base of support: you. You are his connection to the outside world. You are his link to civilization. His successful re-entry depends in large part on how you handle his incarceration.

Now a word to my fellow inmates. You made your decisions while free, man-up and live with the consequences. Nobody on the outside owes you anything.  Don’t like your situation?  Resolve not to come back. The root of the word penitentiary is penitent which means “suffering pain or sorrow for sin with will to amend.” Amend means “to free from fault or error; to correct; to improve.” So if you are suffering in your current situation then count it all joy to have this opportunity to free your thinking and behavior from fault and error.

Write home regularly. So what if you don’t have anything to say. Clip meaningful cartoons from the paper or retell funny jokes. Your family wants to hear from you. Relate the things you are doing to better yourself. Sure there are a million negatives in prison but most of them you should keep to yourself. Look for the positive things to share.

Call those you love as often as your finances will allow. The few minutes you have are precious and expensive. Use your time wisely. Lift up those we abandoned. Listen to what they have to say. They are hip deep in bills, doctor visits, work and school. Hear what they have to say and understand they are making do without your help. The last thing they need from you is verbal abuse or instruction on what you think they need to do. Start and end conversations on an upbeat.

Don’t make demands. You are a ward of the government. Your family has no obligation to support you. Focus on living within your means. Honest, dependable, hard workers are respected everywhere; even in prison. Use this as an opportunity to develop your character and your needs will be met. Best of all, your family will respect you for it.

 

“TODAY’S GIFT” by Tony Casson

Time for another excerpt from the upcoming book, “Today Is….A Gift From God.” Today’s devotional is from October 14.

TODAY IS…

the ideal day to be thankful for the breath of God. 

“And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”   Genesis 2:7 KJV

It was not enough for God to form man. He also had to give him life with His own breath. With the breath of life, He also gave us the ability to become the vessel through which life is created again, and again, and again. From that very first breath, the world has increased in population until the number of people exceeds a staggering seven billion inhabitants of the world God created.

There is no person who walks this earth who is not alive as a result of that first breath of God and that is something we should all be thankful for. Every breath we take is a gift of love from God made possible with that first breath of man.

The breath of God not only gave us life, it has saved the lives of those who follow Him. As the Israelites were pursued by the army of Pharaoh, God intervened. In their Song of Deliverance, Moses and the people of Israel sang, “At the blast of Your breath, the waters piled up! The surging waters stood straight like a wall; in the heart of the sea the deep waters became hard.” (Exodus 15:8 NLT)

God did not create us to abandon us. Those who obey His simple instructions for life will always be able to count on the breath of God. Just as the Israelites saw the power of God’s breath when he parted the Red Sea so they could escape Pharaoh’s army, they saw His breath destroy those who would harm those who obeyed Him. “But you blew with your breath, and the sea covered them. They sank like lead in the mighty waters.” (Exodus 15:10 NIV)

When He sent His son to suffer and die so that our sins could all be forgiven and we could look forward to eternal life, He gave Him the power to fill His disciples with the Holy Spirit. Jesus told them He was sending them out as His Father had sent Him. “And when He had said this, He breathed on them and said to them, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit.’” (John 20:22 NASB)

It was the breath of God that gave life to all of mankind. It is the breath of God that fills us all with the Holy Spirit. It is the breath of God that saves us when we are in danger.

Every single time we take a breath, it is a gift from God, and we should take every opportunity to tell Him how thankful we are.

 

“THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER” by Tony Casson

“Children are a gift from the Lord…”    Psalm 127:3a  NLT

“Oh my son’s my son till he gets him a wife,
But my daughter’s my daughter all her life.”
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Today is my daughter’s birthday.

There are only fleeting glimpses of her in the preceding pages of these “Chronicles”. Understandably, her privacy is important to her. It can be safely said that this ‘experience’ has put a strain on our relationship. Unfortunately, it was a relationship that was already strained to excess for reasons that are too complex – to say nothing of too private – to go into in a public forum such as this.

These words are not directed at my daughter, even though it is HER birthday which has prompted them. Indeed, she does not read anything that is contained herein. At least, not that I am aware of. In fact, from the beginning, she was very much opposed to the whole concept of her father putting himself before the public in this manner.

I did not proceed with the “Chronicles” in general, and this ‘project’ in particular, to do her harm. The truth is, I do not care to be the center of attention, so putting myself ‘out there’ where anyone could find me and for all to see (those who care to look, anyway) was, in the beginning, quite uncomfortable for me. Still is.

So what do I hope to accomplish with the words that I offer now for consideration by anyone willing to take the time to read them? Why Bother?

It is BECAUSE I love my daughter with an intensity that she may never completely understand, but which is there – and has been from the day she was born, despite the fact that my actions have done little to demonstrate that love.

It is this love that provides me with the strength, the courage, and the desire to reach out to OTHER fathers who also love THEIR daughters but, like myself, insist on doing the same immature, irresponsible, reprehensible, insensitive, and immoral things that I did. Things which have necessitated spending the last four of my daughter’s birthdays in prison.

Fathers should be pillars of strength for their daughters. We should be beyond reproach. Our character should be as solid as granite, and our integrity, maturity, morality, and our reliability should be totally devoid of doubt or question in the eyes of our entire families, but especially in the eyes of our daughters.

WHAT, dear God, was I thinking?

I recognize that I have a formidable task ahead of me to erase the pain that my thoughtlessness has placed in my daughter’s heart. It is my hope, and my prayer, that ANY man reading these words, who also has a daughter, will take the time to consider the full impact his actions could have on his life, and the lives of those around him. Especially on the life of his daughter, and his relationship WITH her.

And so I ask you, God, to help us ALL regain our sanity, and our decency, before it is lost to us forever. Please let my words reach just ONE unthinking individual and help keep THAT someone’s daughter from experiencing the pain and disappointment that I have brought to mine.

I wrote a poem for my daughter’s birthday. I would like to share it with you.

“THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER”

The first day of summer is different for me
Than it is for many of you.

It’s not just the start of a season, you see,
But the day that my child was first due.

The day she arrived wasn’t June Twenty One,
But it was special to me just the same.

You see, “The First Day Of Summer” was the day she was born,
Because ‘Summer’ is my daughter’s name.

She has a heart full of warmth and a smile like the sun,
Just what you’d expect from the season.

“The First Day Of Summer” was the day she was born,
And the first day my life had a reason.

We must all remember that some things, once done, cannot be undone. Not completely anyway. I hope that someone learns from my thoughtlessness that it is not enough ‘just’ to love someone. The way we live our life has to SHOW it – each and every day.

I believe that God will help me to replace the pain and disappointment in Summer’s heart with trust, respect, and love. This I pray for daily. I also pray that you don’t put YOURSELF in a position where you need to ask God to help YOU do the same thing.

Life is too short to hurt those we bring into this world.

Especially our daughters.

God bless you all, and “Happy Birthday, Summer!”

“GOODBYE, AND GOOD LUCK TO A GOOD MAN” by Tony Casson

Steve Marshall left Oakdale for the next stop in HIS journey. He has been transferred to another prison, this one in California, where he will be closer to family and friends who will soon be able to visit him on a regular basis. My heart is light with the joy that he must be feeling, but it is heavy with a sense of loss. I consider him my friend and an island of intelligence in a sea of insanity.

His contributions here in the pages of these “Chronicles” have always been meaningful, insightful, well-written, and thought provoking. They were also sincere, and flowed from his heart and Steve, for whatever it is worth, I know that you are a good person, and so do those other men here who took the time to get to know you.

Steve has a few more years yet that are owed to the Bureau of Prisons, but I pray that the time goes quickly and that it is punctuated heavily with hugs and kisses from those he loves.

I wish you the best of luck, my friend, and I ask God to watch over you, keep you safe, and protect your heart.

And just as quickly as an individual departs for another compound, a camp, a halfway house, or home, the space vacated is filled by another person in some stage of fulfilling their OWN obligations.

If every new person examines his heart the way Steve Marshall did, each one of them will be taking a giant step towards correcting what was broken that caused them to pass through these gates, disrupt their lives, and disappoint their families.

There seems to be no end to the supply of individuals who have crossed lines that should never be crossed. At the same time, there seems to be no end in sight to the irresponsibility of those who can do things such as those outlined in articles in these pages by Steve and myself that would help to raise awareness and reduce the number of ruined lives that need to become a part of this process.

http://mediarow.com/oakdale-chronicles/2013/05/ballad-of-a-lost-man-found-lyrics-by-steve-marshall/

http://mediarow.com/oakdale-chronicles/2013/05/in-knowledge-lies-the-potential-for-change/

http://mediarow.com/oakdale-chronicles/2013/02/resetting-my-life-or-how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-and-love-prison/

http://mediarow.com/oakdale-chronicles/2012/10/when-i-get-out-of-prison-im-going-straight/

For now, I will simply say, “Goodbye and good luck, Steve. You are a very good man and you will be missed.”

May God bless you all.

“TODAY’S GIFT” by Tony Casson

Time for another excerpt from the upcoming book, “Today Is….A Gift From God.” Today’s devotional is from January 12.

TODAY IS…

a good day to deal with doubt.

“Then He said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here, and look at my hands. Put your hand into the wound in my side. Don’t be faithless any longer. Believe!” John 20:27 NLT

How strong is your faith? How confident is your belief? Publicly, you may proclaim that your faith is unshakeable; that your belief is without reservation. Privately, there may be times when a shadow of doubt crosses your heart as a cloud sometimes crosses in front of the sun, blocking its light and its warmth.

The disciple Thomas not only needed to see Jesus’ wounds, he needed to feel them for himself before he was completely ready to believe that Jesus had truly risen from the dead.

Simon Peter’s faith was strong enough to trust Christ and step out of the boat onto the water. “‘Yes, come,’ Jesus said. So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on the water toward Jesus.”  (Matthew 14:29 NLT).

His fear created doubts that caused him to start sinking making him cry out to Jesus for help. His doubts would surface again when Jesus was taken into custody and Peter denied three times that he even knew who Christ was, just as Jesus said he would. “Jesus replied, ‘I tell you the truth, Peter – this very night, before the rooster crows, you will deny three times that you even know me.'”  (Matthew 26:34 NLT).

God does not condemn us for our moments of human weakness that result in doubt provided we use our struggle with it to strengthen our faith. Since we are merely human, we should not allow it to shatter us if we have an occasional moment of doubt. It is during these times that we must rely on the Word of God to help us reach out and ‘touch the wounds of Jesus’ for ourselves and find the wisdom to strengthen our belief.

The apostle Thomas became known as ‘Doubting’ Thomas. He went on to become one of Christ’s most fervent apostles, traveling to India and founding the first Christian church there in A. D. 52 in the town of Parur, which is located on the southeastern coast in the state of Kerala. Ultimately, Thomas traveled farther than any of the other apostles including the indefatigable Paul who traveled much of the area bordering the northern and eastern Mediterranean Sea.

Simon Peter was originally Simon the fisherman. Jesus changed his name to Peter which meant ‘rock’. In describing Peter, He said “…upon this rock I will build my church, and all the powers of hell will not conquer it.” (Matthew 16:18 NLT).

Peter did, indeed, become a ‘rock’ for Christ: He was the first to invite non-Jews to join the early church; he became the recognized leader among Jesus’ disciples; he was one of Jesus’ inner group of three; he went on to write 1 Peter and 2 Peter.

So. Do you sometimes have doubts? If you do, then you are in very good company. Use the Word of God to overcome your doubts, strengthen your faith, and do great things for the glory of God!

FRICTION, PROPERLY APPLIED by Richard Roy

“So encourage each other and build each other up…”  1Thessalonians 5:11

An idealist believes the short run doesn’t count.  A cynic believes the long run doesn’t matter.  A realist believes that what is done or left undone in the short run determines the long run.  -Sydney Harris

A year ago I observed two young men rushing across the compound, adult continuing education books in hand.  As they neared the library they were intercepted by the warden (this warden has since retired from the BOP).

From my vantage point I could see nothing wrong: they were in prison khaki, not running, and stood respectfully as the warden addressed them.  After poking his finger at them for a few minutes, the warden motioned to someone outside my field of vision.  The yard officer rode up in the golf cart from his station at the key.  The warden pointed at the inmates and then in the direction of the key/housing units.  The warden headed to the administration building while the rest moved out of my sight.  Ten minutes later the operations lieutenant escorted the two young men to the “hole;” the disciplinary housing unit.  A couple weeks went by before I had the opportunity to speak with one of the men.  He told me the warden considered them out of bounds even though the housing unit officer and two yard officers allowed them out of the unit and across the yard at the end of the hourly move to participate in re-entry programming.

This is where my pre-incarcerated faith in the Federal Bureau of Prisons (BOP) shattered.  I assumed the dual purpose of incarceration was punishment and rehabilitation.  The odd report or news article laying out the failure of rehab did nothing to dispel the idea that it must be the inmate’s fault if the programming didn’t take.  It never crossed my mind that BOP leadership erects barriers to rehabilitation.

Friction, properly applied, is a wonderful thing.  It is the factor that allows our motivation to grip and propel us forward.  A corrections officer making a decision to encourage inmate participation in re-entry is one such example.  But place an icy patch on that highway to rehab, now a soul slides out of control.  Where will he regain traction?  What direction will he face when he suddenly shoots forward again?  Or will he simply slam on the brakes, shut down, scared to venture forth under his own locomotion, fearful of more ice patches.  Understand, there are a lot more inmates who choose not to prepare for re-entry than do.  Those who start in the right direction are rare individuals and need all the encouragement we can give.

I am afraid entire generations are lost to our society.  Little consideration is given to the long term consequences in the frenzy to lock up the bad guys.  Many questioned George Bush’s decision to go back into Iraq without a clear exit strategy.  Yet in our creep to mass incarceration we allowed those same politicians to mire us in a war against crime with no exit strategy.

A lot of the men I live with are incredibly ignorant but not stupid.  Many, though, were engaged in entrepreneurial activity acceptable in their peer group or neighborhood.  They were working within the limits of their knowledge and understanding, not letting ignorance hinder the desire to succeed.  Unacceptable as a social norm?  Sure.  Predictable?  Absolutely.

So now we (society) have locked up the bad (ignorant yet entrepreneurial) guys.  Where do we go from here?  Is it enough to stick them behind razor wire and cross our collective fingers as we hope they figure it out?  Unchecked incarceration is unsustainable as now thousands of unprepared men and women are poised for release.

My hope for our political leaders is a rethinking of mass incarceration.  In the meantime I implore the BOP leadership to consider the consequences of friction, properly applied.  Make it easy – rewarding even – to do the right things:  continuing education, spiritual awareness, financial planning, business opportunities.  Make it more difficult to access time wasters.  Propel men into productivity.  Return men to their community armed with the knowledge and skills for fruitful lives that contribute to society.

And you, dear reader, ask yourself, “are my actions providing traction for those around me?”  Are you encouraging advancement with thoughtful, considered words?  Or do you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind without regard to its long term effect because it is convenient or the way you were reared?

Use the precious time you have available to lift up those around you; friction, properly applied.

 

“A TOAST TO FREEDOM” by Tony Casson

It seems appropriate to think about freedom as we approach the day on which we commemorate our independence.

I have written before about the “Toastmasters” group here at Oakdale, and I have posted speeches that I have given at some of those meetings. The following is a 5 minute speech I gave at a recent meeting. I thought I would share it with all of you.

I hope you find something in it that speaks to you.

“USE WELL THY FREEDOM”

“USE WELL THY FREEDOM”. Those four words adorn a low wall located in an older section of the Penn State University campus.

“USE WELL THEY FREEDOM”. A seemingly simple admonition to put to good use the freedom paid for in blood by so many American men and women since the founding of this great nation.

But is it something we do? Indeed, is something we even think about?

In the state of Florida, a well known professional football player and his equally well known super-model wife spent a reported $25 MILLION dollars on a 50 THOUSAND square foot home for them and their 2 children, while in the state of Louisiana ALONE, at the beginning of the last school year, there were 22 THOUSAND children who had no home at ALL.

Is THAT freedom used well?

In another part of the country, a man brags about the birth of his new child. Nothing unusual there, except that this is that man’s TENTH child, brought to life by SIX different women, none of whom he has been married to, a couple of whom were pregnant at the same time, and none of whom receive any emotional, spiritual, or financial support in the parenting and educating of those children.

Perhaps THIS is freedom used well.

In still another part of the country, a woman and her children are asleep in their beds late at night. In another room of the house, the husband and father reflects the glow of the computer screen he sits in front of as he engages in inappropriate sexually oriented “conversations” with people he doesn’t even know. Maybe he spends hours looking at ‘adult’ pornography. Perhaps he has even crossed the line and is looking at images of child sexual abuse referred to as child pornography.

Maybe THAT is an example of freedom that is being used well.

Since the founding of the United States of America, almost 2 MILLION men and women have sacrificed their lives to establish, preserve, and protect our freedom.

Are THOSE the freedoms they all died for?

In a recent Wall St. Journal report on how the average American uses the time in his or her day, it was stated that 2 hours and 50 minutes were spent watching television. Another 2 hours and 32 minutes were spent on sports and other leisure activities. Combined, the numbers equal 5 hours and 22 minutes of ‘me’ time each day.

Compare that to the 31 minutes that we spend caring for household members, and 11 minutes spent caring for non-household members, for a total of 42 minutes taking care of people other than ourselves.

We DO spend a whopping 30 minutes each day engaged in educational activities, although for many I think that is quite high, and when it comes to being involved in civic organizations or religious activities, we manage to spare an astonishing NINETEEN minutes each day.

Again, I believe that to be quite high in many cases.

If I have done my math correctly, the average American spends 91 minutes per day engaged in learning, taking care of other people, and taking part in civic organizations and religious activities. while we spend FIVE HOURS AND 22 MINUTES engaged in self-centered, self-serving, self-indulgent, and self-gratifying activities.

Which leads me to this question: Did all of those sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, and husbands and wives make the supreme sacrifice of their LIVES so that we can each think only of OURSELVES?

Is THAT using our freedom well?

As inmates in a correctional facility, we probably think that freedom is what we lost when we entered this place. Actually, nothing could be farther from the truth, because it was our FREEDOM that got us here. It was FREEDOM that was NOT USED WELL that closed the door behind us. It was the FREEDOM that we mistakenly believed gave us the right to think about OURSELVES to the exclusion of everyone else around us that keeps us behind fences and razor wire. We have convinced ourselves that FREEDOM is what makes the things WE want to do more important and more justified than what anyone else wants to do.

It stands to reason, then, that because we do not understand what freedom IS, it is impossible to understand how to use it WELL, and because we do not understand what true freedom is, we have all made ourselves SLAVES to those self-centered, self-serving, self-indulgent, and self-gratifying activities I spoke about.

Alright then….If freedom is NOT the “ME-dom” that we have made it, then what IS it?

The apostle Paul wrote, “For you have been called to live in freedom, my brothers and sisters. But don’t use your freedom to satisfy your sinful nature. Instead, use your freedom to serve one another in love.”

I understand that people have different beliefs – or NO beliefs – when it comes to God and when it comes to the Holy Bible, but I challenge ANY person to find fault with that statement.

Imagine for a moment that YOU have a son or a daughter wearing the uniform of the military of this country. None of us would want our child to die at all, but if he or she must, I for one would pray to God that the life he or she gave would be sacrificed for a nation of people who cared about one another and NOT for a nation of people whose concept of freedom has made them slaves to selfishness.

You see, my friends, freedom is NOT about the rights that YOU have to do what you want to do.

Freedom is NOT about the rights that I have to do what I want to do.

This is because freedom isn’t a RIGHT at all. Freedom is a RESPONSIBILITY.

Freedom is the responsibility each one of us has to look out for one ANOTHER.

It is only when we truly understand what freedom IS that we can then begin to understand how to use it well.

Until we have learned to escape the slavery of our own selfishness, we will never be able to make our freedom even BEGIN to come close to being worth the cost of the life of someone’s child, parent, or spouse. Until such a time as that, ANY life lost will have been lost for nothing, and life is NOT worthless.

We only make it so when we insist on not using our freedom well.

I thank you.

“TODAY’S GIFT” by Tony Casson

Time for another excerpt from the upcoming book, “Today Is….A Gift From God.” Today’s devotional is from February 16.

TODAY IS…

a good day to accept the gift of God’s peace.

 “And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”  Philippians 4:7 NASB

World peace would be a nice thing to experience, wouldn’t it? A world without conflict is difficult for us to imagine. A world where the rights of others are respected and everyone looks out for each other would be – well, it would be heaven!

Heaven, indeed, for until Satan no longer rules the world, the above scenario cannot exist. Until the day Satan is removed from the picture, sin will continue to tempt all of us and mankind’s weakness will lead to selfish pursuits that will most assuredly cause others to suffer or create tension that results in war or strife somewhere on this planet.

So what, then, is God’s gift of peace? It is the gift that Christ promised His disciples that they would receive after He was gone and they were filled with the Holy Spirit. “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John 14:27 NIV). This same gift is offered to all of us and if every one of us accepted it, we would have peace throughout the world. Unfortunately, far too many of us allow the forces of evil to rule our hearts and our minds, making the acceptance of this gift impossible. Those of us who do accept Christ and His gift of peace have His assurance that we can “…be content whatever the circumstances.” (Philippians 4:11 NIV). We have His assurance that we need not fear today or any day in the future. We have His assurance that the peace we will have in our hearts and minds will give us the strength to fight those forces which create doubt, uncertainty and apprehension within us and we have His assurance that God is in control.

If God is in control, we are safe. That does not mean that we will be exempt from the pitfalls of life, but when filled with the gift of God’s peace, we shine the light of God on those pitfalls and we can then accept them, deal with them, learn from them and grow as better Christians as a result.

All of this springs from the acceptance of the gift that was offered to the world when it was offered to the disciples by Christ. At the time, it is likely that none of them were fully able to comprehend the importance or significance of the gift itself. Nor could they completely appreciate the love with which it was promised. But once Christ had risen and they were filled with the Holy Spirit, they surely must have felt the love and the strength that God’s peace instilled in them, for it enabled them to face rejection, ridicule, ignorance, hostility, persecution and even death as they worked tirelessly to share that gift of peace with the world.

Take time today to thank God for this gift and make every effort to share it with others.