These Stone Walls is written in the chaos of an overcrowded, underfunded, understaffed prison. It’s time to inject a dose of reality into the politics of punishment. “From the prodigious hills of New Hampshire, let freedom ring!” (Martin Luther King, “I Had a Dream” – 1968) When I wrote my recent post, “Consecration to Divine Mercy,” I wrote that every milestone along our spiritual journey had cost us something of ourselves. “As though right on cue,” I wrote, “the prison walls seem to close in tighter.” We end up in the heat of battle in spiritual warfare every time we stand at the starting point of a spiritual journey. A lot of readers have asked me to describe what this heat of battle looks like. Be careful what you ask for.
There are many sorts of prisons, and most of them are cruel. Whatever the humbling cross you bear, we will transform this world beginning within our own souls. A journey of Consecration to Divine Mercy beckons you to take refuge in the very wounded Heart of the Crucified Christ that summons you to trust.
Jesus, I trust in You.
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