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Scattered Thoughts: Time Served
For several years, I have been volunteering for a prison ministry in the inner city of Chicago.
Once a week, I drive a large van around to different facilities, picking up people and taking them to our evening church service.One of the facilities had a group of men who knew I was an avid coyote hunter, and when I showed them pictures from my latest hunt they asked me where I had been.The small town was in southern Illinois, and honestly, before this hunt, I didn't know of its existence. “You probably have never heard of it.” I said dismissively. They weren’t satisfied with this response.Finally, I relented, “Lawrenceville.”Laughter filled the van, and a voice from the rear of the vehicle said, “I did seven years in Lawrenceville.” Come to find out the town has a penitentiary.I looked over at my front seat passenger, Jeff, who said, “We’ve all been to Lawrenceville, but you were the only one coyote hunting.”