Anchor Leg

I sat in a gym, surrounded by murderers, drug dealers, mafia members, white supremacists — all of societies worst. At the end of October, I made my way down to San Diego to participate in a prison ministry event called Kairos—Greek for God’s special time. I flew down there, not knowing what to expect. What would the environment be like? How would the weekend play out? What did I find? Love. Lots and lots of love. Kairos is an international prison ministry with a mission “to share the transforming love and forgiveness of Jesus Christ to impact the hearts and lives of incarcerated men, women and youth, as well as their families, to become loving and productive citizens of their communities.” Two Kairos weekends are held at this prison in San Diego, stretching across four different prison yards. A team, consisting of Christian brothers on the outside and fellow brother inmates on the inside, minister to 36 inmates, or candidates, for four days. The event co...

His lungs screamed for more oxygen with each step, as Elijah ran through the wilderness. Light-headed, Elijah’s mind was bombarded with thought after thought. “ You’re the only prophet left. Nobody even cares about God, so why do you? Might as well end it now, just kill yourself. If you don’t, Jezebel will.” As he saw a tree come into vision, Elijah wandered over to it, and sat in the shaded relief of it’s branches. With face in his hands, he pleaded and screamed before God. “It is enough!” he yelled. “Now, Lord, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers!” No, the Bible doesn’t give this much explanation as to how Elijah felt in 1 Kings 19, but I imagine it was pretty close. In that chapter, we see the prophet Elijah running for dear life. He had just done a mighty work that proved God is the only true god to Israel, and killed off 450 prophets of Baal. But after Jezebel, queen of Israel, sent him a death threat, Elijah feared for his life. Elijah was ...