He is not the same any more. A new life has begun! (II Corinthians 5:17, TLB) During the ten days where I sat at the Milwaukee County Jail to await my sentencing, I met another prisoner named Levy. Meeting him changed my life. The first day after my trial, I wasn’t really in the mood for talking; honestly, who would be? I really wasn’t in the mood for doing much of anything. I was depressed and, despite knowing I was responsible for all this, I felt sorry for myself. This Levy guy didn’t let my lack of interest stop him from talking to me. Levy tried to get me to open up by peppering me with questions. When I chose to answer him, which wasn’t often, I answered him bluntly. I didn’t feel like making friends; I wanted to be left alone. After hours of his seemingly aimless questions, he asked me if I had ever known “the goodness of the Lord.” I wanted to chuckle. If I was a God-fearing man, would I really be in the place I was in? I told him I hadn’t; religion was never part of my life.
