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By Graham Insley
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It is all quite simple. I am doing time in jail because of greed. Money and drugs had lured me into their spell. I’d been caught doing a heist on an all-night gas station. Armed with a knife I’d burst into the place and demanded they open their till. They had – but the joke was on me. They had just put their takings into the night safe and only had $25 cash on hand. I took the loot and got out of there lickety-split, right into trouble. A police car had pulled up for petrol and two burly cops were at the front door. I ran right into their wide-open arms.
It was not my first offence, so I got six months in the slammer. Well, talk about just desserts. I’d threatened the station attendant with a knife and now here I am, about to face death by stabbing. I didn’t understand all this, but a visiting preacher had recently told me I’d reap what I sowed in life. How’d this monkey work? Was someone looking on and toying with the universe? Got me stumped. But anyway, back to my situation.
The inmates have called a strike. No more work until conditions improved. Sounds funny, striking in jail, but the sound of tinkling laughter was nowhere to be heard. They wanted everyone to join in and refuse to go to their jobs. Anyone that didn’t – slash, death was payment. I have a problem. Darn that visiting preacher, he caused this dilemma, let him come and face the consequences. It wasn’t really his fault, he was just trying to help, but he should never have introduced me to Jesus.
I am now saved – but just to be stabbed? I can’t go on strike. I am in here as the result of my own behaviour and I need to pay the price. No point fighting the system. I am not looking forward to getting up this morning. Another hour before they open the doors and then… Who knows?
Being ‘saved’ sure doesn’t feel like much of an advantage to me. In sixty-minutes they will tell us to step into line for work detail and everyone will know my decision. Might be the last choice I make, but at least I control that choice this time. I’m not being manipulated by old nick for once. Pushed by greed and lust, I’ve made too many mistakes and suffered because of them. To heck with everybody. I’m taking back my life… what’s left of it anyway.
If Jesus died for me, maybe I can die taking a stand for him. I’ll refuse to go on this strike. I’ll do the right thing and change my ways. No more stealing, no more threatening folk and just plain hard work from here on in. Not that I need to worry about that anyway. Less than half an hour now, clank, all the doors will open, and everyone will know where I stand… or fall.
Good to know life could have been better. At least I found God before it was all over. From here on in I would have reaped some good things. It might have been a struggle, but it takes a lot of gold to make up for lost peace of mind.
The call goes out for all inmates to stand at their cell door. Any minute now and the dreaded clang will rattle through the hall and my fate will be set. A face suddenly appears before me. Not the face of Jesus, but it is another saviour. A guard tells me all work is cancelled until further notice. We are to remain locked down until the arguments are solved. Nobody is going on strike, because nobody is going to work.
Once again, I get what I put in. Faith returns salvation.
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