Thanks to everyone for praying for the prison crusades. Since we can't take pictures in the prison, I will attempt to paint "word" pictures of our time in prison. Picture about 100 inmates in a small, rather dilapitated chapel. Then imagine an innocent 4 year old in shirt, tie, and dress pants putting his chubby arms around an inmate who told us that he has a 4 year old son back home. Next scene is a grown man weeping. You can imagine the thoughts of grief, remorse, and pain as he remembers his precious son who is growing up without a daddy. Next I will take you to a women's institution. Again, we find ourselves in prison, this time a work release program, with about 100 women tightly squeezed in a simple, small room. You couldn't even count the kleenex used in that room as our little ones sang and recited Scripture. While men do cry when our children sing, the women laugh, weep, ooh & ahh, stand up to get a better view, give standing ovations over and over, and "wear their emotions on their sleeves". You can see the raw pain of regret and disappointment along with their longing to see their babies as they watch our children. We probably won't know until eternity how much influence our children had on the inmates, but we do know that one evening one of the fathers who had received hug a from Hudson, asked Jesus to be His Lord and Saviour. Truly, "a little child shall lead them."
And now I will give you an update on our time in SC. We did have a service in prison on Thursday evening but after the snow storm, they cancelled all the Friday and Saturday evening services. Although it was a great disappointment, we were so blessed to gather with other believers on Friday evening for a time of praise, testimony, prayer, and ministry. This was a service that lasted for 6 hours but seemed too short! Words can't even begin to describe the glorious visitation of the Spirit of God that evening. Many tears were shed as people testified of God's faithfulness in their lives and also asked for prayer for unsaved relatives, physical ailments, and for more of God's Spirit in their lives. Truly, it was a little bit of heaven come to earth.
Praise God, we were able to have services again on Sunday morning. Our family had the great privilege of going to a women's prison and seeing God work there as women came to the altar, weeping and praying.
So even though we don't understand God's ways, we do know that God is always at work and praise Him for His faithfulness. He is so able to work in all situations.
"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them
who are the called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28