already cleansed. At times I felt insane, and perhaps the only thing that kept my mind was the fear that others would know how little faith I truly possessed, and that in seeing me fall they also might fall. There were those in the prison who watched my walk, and who believed because they saw me believe. Thus I passed beyond the need to prove myself worthy of anything. I wanted only to hang on for yet one more day. So I clung to the Bible, studying because that is what Christians do, and because there were times when Jesus would come and sit in on the study with me. Yet this too was a self-centered faith, a self-conscious perseverance, and a worship that was bound by personal needs. When the proud fall, they tend to fall very, very hard.
4) One day there came a time when I really helped another human being. Not just by giving someone a pair of shower shoes so as to protect his feet from the filthy floors of a prison shower stall, nor in giving him an extra bite of food from my own abundant stock pile, but rather in the speaking of a Word that I suddenly knew had the power to heal his inner hurt. It felt good to help. It felt right. But most of all it taught me to believe in God’s word as absolute truth. Not because my parents had said too, neither because my Christian brothers and sisters supported the idea; not because I needed a get out of jail free card, and neither because I wanted to redeem myself; but rather because I saw within my own spirit that the Word of God, the written, Holy Spirit inspired, Word of the living God is truth and power and that it abounds with abundant life.
Psalms 119:1-16
1 Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the