The jail staff asked if I would meet with some of the guys in the infirmary. I sat down at the small, bare table in a cramped lawyer visitation cell, and three men in red scrubs squeezed by each other to take their seats with me. One of them was Hank, an old man with […]
from
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2018/06/monasticism-in-lockdown-america-part-6-icons-2/
No comments:
Post a Comment