Two years ago on Easter I spent the day as I always do, preaching the Gospel in
prison. Afterward I visited those in solitary, including a man I will call
Richard, who would face his execution in just five short days.
There is something a bit surreal about talking face to face with a man who knows
he is going to die. There is a heaviness about the room and, in this case, also
a very palpable sense of evil. In fact, I have never felt the assault of evil as
strongly as I did in that place.
I shared the Gospel and my own testimony with Richard, but found him very
resistant. Every time Richard would throw out an objection, I would knock it
down. Intellectually astute, Richard had reasoned himself into a fortress that
barred faith as even a possibility. It was as hard as I had ever worked to
persuade someone, and I left feeling drained and discouraged.
But God was not finished. As a result of that visit, the warden allowed
something highly unprecedented: He allowed a fellow inmate, Mickey, to visit
Richard and speak with him before his execution.
Mickey faced a life sentence but had discovered in prison a freedom through the
Gospel of Christ that Richard had not yet experienced.
Taking a seat across a table, Mickey looked into Richard’s eyes. Richard’s face
was emotionless. Mickey breathed a prayer and began by sharing the simple facts
of the Gospel and how it had changed his life. But Richard remained stoic.
Talking with Richard “felt like beating my head against a wall,” recalls Mickey.
At a loss, Mickey offered one final thought: “Richard, I wish I could take your
place on Friday.”
For the first time since their conversation began, the stoicism on Richard’s
face melted. In its place, a look of shock swept over him.
Mickey continued, “You see, Richard, I know where my soul’s going when I leave
this world. You don’t yet have that assurance of salvation. I wish I could give
you just a little more time.”
Once Mickey was back in his own cell, he cried. He felt like he had let God
down. But soon Mickey heard God’s gentle reassurance that he had done exactly
what he had been asked to do.
What Mickey said to Richard strikes a real chord with me, because more than
thirty years ago, I myself stood condemned and imprisoned. I will never forget
when my friend and then-congressman Al Quie sincerely offered to take my place
in prison. Imagine my reaction!
But then, imagine the astonishment of a prisoner at Auschwitz named Franciszek.
Chosen by the Nazi camp commandant to die in the death chamber, Franciszek was
spared when a Polish priest named Maximilian Kolbe offered to take his place.
Father Kolbe willingly laid down his life so that another might live.
In Congressman Quie’s offer, as in Father Kolbe’s martyrdom and in Mickey’s wish
for Richard, I hear the echo of the first Good Friday: Christ taking our place
on the cross, laying down His life so that a condemned people might live.
May Christ’s love, displayed on the cross, continue to astonish us. And may His
sacrifice inspire us to follow in His footsteps.
From BreakPoint, April 6, 2007, reprinted/posted with permission of Prison
Fellowship, www.breakpoint.org
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