“Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering.”  Hebrews 13:3

There are over 2.3 million people incarcerated in the United States; in fact, our country has more prisoners than any other nation. According to the Federal Bureau of Prisons, 46% of these offenses are drug-related.

In some way or another we are all connected to, or know someone who is or has been incarcerated. My nephew Mario is part this statistic. He did not take a life, but drugs played a part. The combination of drugs and violence is a passage to sin. When your mind no longer belongs to you, it is surrendered to Satan. There is nothing more pleasing to the devil than brains distorted with drug-induced rage.

We have never given up on Mario. Saturday, Norma, his mother, and I went to visit him in Adelanto, CA. There are many strict rules to abide by when visiting a prisoner. No sandals, no blue, red, or khaki clothing; no sleeveless tops, no smart watches, etc. You are allowed $50 in one-dollar bills per person. Forget about bringing your handbag because you are only permitted to have your car keys and driver’s license. If you do not adhere to this rules you will not be allowed to visit; it does not matter if came from Timbuktu, you will be turned away.

When we first arrived, we were assigned Table 9, but I requested Table 8 because it was just steps away from the vending machines and microwave. There are four chairs, and one side of the square table is marked with red along the edge. This is reserved for Mario, as he must be facing the prison guards. As soon as we arrived,  we hit the vending machines and got Mario a breakfast burrito, $3.50 and a $1 Coke. We purchased other food for ourselves and we broke bread with lively conversation. We talked about other family members, we laughed about a lot of out of control things. Our laughter is not for the sake of keeping Mario entertained, but whenever my sister and I get together, it’s a combination of one mishap after another.  For example, when we arrived I misplaced my driver’s license twice; once it was Norma’s fault. We must pass through two high security gates that make a startling noise when slamming shut. We were greeted by two serious-looking young women with tightly wound-up hair. Norma was one of the and  first to get clearance, one of the guards checking us in slipped a pair of blue examining gloves. “Are you going to frisk me?” Norma asked. “Are you hiding something?” The guard answered.  I told Norma that the guard is not a doctor, and to hurry up so that I could get processed. The guard then kiddingly asked Norma  if she could take her pulse. Norma was so rattled by the question that I was laughing out of control. I noticed that Norma’s undershirt was really low cut in the back and made a remark about it. Norma was so nervous and so upset with me, that she was struggling to get her shoes on. Norma was not paying attention to fact that she had put her shirt on inside out. I tried to tell her but she told me to shut up. By this time both guards were laughing. Mario loves to hear these stories.

Mario has grown in understanding how to work with the system. He has taken advantage of the programs offered to further his education. With each collage course completed, 2 weeks are knocked off his sentence. I see the change in his heart, with peace radiating from his eyes.

Mario attends a regular Bible study classes, and has learned to get through difficult situations by praying and turning to the Word of God. Mario stands on the verse from: Jeremiah 29:11

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

According to Bible Believers Fellowship, Inc.:

4.8 Million people are on parole or probation

95% of  all these convicts will be released from prison or jails and return to society

2 out of 3 released inmates will commit crimes again

Only 40% of those who receive Christian training commits new offenses.

My sister Norma is Mario’s intercessor, and it is through her faith that she and Mario get through this ordeal.  We as his family continue to pray for his well being and protection, and for the Lord to prepare him to succeed in all of his endeavors.

“I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.”  Matthew 25:36

When Katharine Lee Bates, reached the top of Pike’s Peak in Colorado, she took in the majestic wonders of  God’s creation and was inspired to write “America the Beautiful.” This poem was first published on July 4, 1895. “America the Beautiful” was later turned into the song. This ballad comes second to “The Star-Spangled Banner” as our country’s National Anthem.

By Katharine Lee Bates (1859-1929)
Music by Samuel Augustus Howe (1847-1903)

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thorough fare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.

America! America!
God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

O beautiful for heroes prov’d
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.

America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.

America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

“America the Beautiful” is my favorite patriotic song. These lyrics came from the beauty of God’s creation. I cannot think of a more appropriate time to speak of American patriotism than today, I feel as if I received an assignment from my fifth-grade teacher Mrs. Duffy to write an essay on the Fourth of July. So here is my long overdue composition.

Purple is my favorite color, especially this time of year when the stately Jacarandas are in full bloom. Other times of the year these trees blend in with the rest of all green trees. Jacarandas designer clothing is from above, dressed up in their best purple array of flowers that bloom endlessly. The Jacarandas welcome in late spring, and peak in early July.  These trees return again for a standing ovation right before winter. They color the sky and scape the earth with purple, and fill the air with a sweet scent of heaven. California is the only place where Jacarandas bloom twice a year. This is my purple majesty, and it connects me to a tangible beauty of our country, and this is one of many reasons why I love the good old USA.

The state of mind of America does not reflect her beauty. America’s spirit is broken, so until we settle our differences, I choose to look beyond and welcome her big sky and all that encompasses her glorious scenery.

Our flag will fly perched on the rooftop, on the Fourth of July.  It will make a statement of patriotism. It will adorn our home with pride, and the red, white and blue will forever wave to all who pass by. I am an American that still believes the lyrics inspired by God, written by Katharine Lee Bates. I hold on to the verse “God shed His grace on thee” as an infallible truth as to how our country was established. We are still one nation under God, striving to keep our country at peace, and with God nothing is impossible (Luke 1:37).

My Prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, I ask that You would give us all a sign of Your holy presence in our country. We are so divided, and it seems that all hope is vanished. Only You Lord can bring us back to one nation under God. Only You can restore what was lost. By Your model, teach us to be loving, respectful, and accepting of others differences. Guide us to do Your holy will.  Amen

On December 27, 2017, I had surgery to correct a hammer toe on my right foot. The specialist said that it would take at least six months for the full recovery from the surgery, but I thought I knew better. After the surgery I really believed that all would be back to normal in a couple of months. But things did not turn out that way. During the follow-up visit I was told that all went well as far as the surgery was concerned, and that the rest of the problem was in my head. My foot was still doing the weird curling of the toes, making me keep walking with a limp, and sometimes I heard a shuffle while walking. I made another appointment with the doctor, but this time I was forlorn. I still could not wear tennis shoes, or other thong-type sandals due to the massive amount of scar tissue, and any closed toed shoes caused pain. The doctor’s response was that I needed physical therapy to learn how to walk again. I felt insulted by his choice of words, but nonetheless I did follow-up with the therapy.

If you have ever been to a beauty school, where the students are in training, you sometimes you can’t really tell the difference between the teacher and the student until you get a really bad haircut. Well, the first physical therapy place was a like this, a bunch of young therapists in training.  After three sessions, I wanted nothing more to do with this. as the robotic millennials were overly friendly but incompetent. I canceled my appointment because I was going to the Holy Land, but in reality I had lost faith in physical therapy.

As life would have it, my foot continued to be my cross and complaining was a constant. I purchased a comfortable pair of lightweight shoes for the missionary trip, but this only caused further damage. Good Friday was one of the worst days because of the discomfort, and all the walking we did that on that day set me back to a pronounced limp.

I continued with my workout regiment wearing Mike’s sandals, I called them my boyfriend shoes. These shoes did not cause pain and I could fasten them securely with the Velcro.

Thinking that this was my lot in life, I pretty much surrendered to the problem. I was having other health issues with back pain, and made an appointment with my primary care physician. I brought up my foot problem, and he told me again that it was an issue of mind over matter thing. My interpretation from this advice was that this doctor thought I was creating this problem in my head. I was also advised to return to physical therapy.

Taking matters into my own hands, I decided to no longer return to the podiatrist who told me it was in my head,  and made an appointment with a foot surgeon. The meeting went well but the specialist said  “You forgot how to walk!” “So, are you saying it’s in my head?” I asked.  His response was “Yes.”

For three years I put off the surgery and was compensating for my injury, and my mind and body got accustomed to defective toe doing what seemed natural. So when the surgery came, I really had forgotten how to walk normally. All three doctors were right, so now I’m back in physical therapy. No students this time, just professionals, sports specialist, and this is finally working for me. I am doing toe yoga, along with a lot of other exercises, to improve my balance and to learn how to walk again with proper stability. Sometimes it feels as if I’m taking a sobriety test with the different types of walking exercises that are required.

We went to dinner at Las Brisas, in Laguna Beach, on Friday, with the Louisiana Crew. We walked down to the beach, and for the first time in years I felt like I was walking normally.

Hindsight shows that we pay a big price in putting off what needs to be done in a timely matter.

Proverbs 6:4-6 New King James Version (NKJV)

In other words, don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today.