3 Things Prison Time Taught Wally About His Faith
Posted 3 years ago - May 26, 2021
From: WallyContrary to popular belief, I have never actually done prison time myself but it is part of my brother’s story. I learned a valuable lesson about God from my brother’s time in prison.
I will never forget saying goodbye to my brother the day before he started his 7 year prison sentence. As I walked away from him, my eyes filled with tears, I didn’t see him as a man getting ready to face his punishment, I just saw him as a little boy. The little brother (even though he is much taller than me) I could no longer protect.
Flash forward to his release day. It was one of the best days in the life of my family. Sadly, my father passed away and could not be there to see it but my mom, all my siblings, and my brother’s kids were there.
As he was escorted out by the officers, there were tears, laughter and hugs; lots of hugs. I did not see him as a man leaving prison, but once again as a little boy. But this time a little boy on Christmas who had just received the best gift ever!
Sadly, that joy was short lived. We had two great days together before the reality of his post prison life would set in. We had done everything right to set him up for success and to help him start rebuilding his life. Then came the knock.
Officers showed up and told him he had 24 hours to leave my mom’s home and, that because of his charge, he could not live there and if he did not comply he would go back to prison. This one moment undid every plan we had set into place. Now we were in complete scramble mode.
Here is where the God stuff starts to kick in. Everything I tried to do to help the situation failed and, out of frustration, I went on the air to vent like I am prone to do. The outpouring of kindness and compassion from complete strangers was beyond humbling! People wanted to love on my brother, no questions asked. They just wanted to help.
One guy in particular, Eric, offered to give my brother a job and that solved what, at one time, we thought was going to be the biggest problem he’d face. However, his living situation was still up in the air. Another person gave me the name of a guy who ran a post prison program that led me to another person who had transitional group housing for men in my brother’s situation. So that is where he is living now.
So that is the back story. Now here is my epiphany and it is short and simple: Look for the provision, not the perfection. In my head, I had drawn up so many scenarios God could have used to solve my brother’s problem and each time my plan fell through I was left frustrated and bewildered. Why would God NOT choose one of the options and why on earth would He wait until the last possible moment? If you are honest, you have probably asked at least one of those questions at some point in your life.
As hard as it was for me to comprehend, God knew the situation better than me and He was working. The problem was God was giving me manna but I wanted steak. He was providing, but it didn’t look the way I thought it should look, so I overlooked it. To quote Toby Mac’s new song:
“Help is on the Way”, “It may be midnight or midday. It’s never early, never late. He gon' stand by what He claim. I’ve lived enough life to say. Help is on the way.”[fluidvideo url="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aVgetIvEIAs"]
We don’t always have a problem with believing in God’s power, we have a problem trusting in His timing.