Music is the language of Worship.

At the Prison where I serve the administration has us take a 20 minute “facilities” break midway through our meeting time.   We turn up the Worship music, playing it through the guitar amp and enjoy fellowship.

This past week it was my Guitar that became the center of three new conversations about Christ.  Guys come in from the other classes and ask questions.  We’re blessed to visit them, some have found their way into joining us.   In this case, the boisterous, pushy inmate who’d come in to visit — turned out to be one of the more feared ‘on the yard.’  I could sense some of my ‘regulars’ drift closer to us.  A the time I was unaware of their concern.

I declined to let him play the instrument — there are rules covering that — but because I had recently purchased it from…