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The Zoo Cage Prophet

The walls talk

 

Last updated 05/12/2017 at 5:15pm



"Hey, Pastor. Can you pray for me? Hey … hey, Pastor! Over here.”

My first cell mate had just been released from the hole and back to a regular yard. I had been alone for about 15 minutes. My inner self was praising God and my outer self was singing out loud.

Since no one was watching, I decided to praise God in dance. But due to the small cell (and my horrible dancing skills) I knew my praise dance was looking very silly. I didn’t care though, I was happy and full of joy, and I was going to praise Him in dance—even if it was silly.

However, I stopped in mid-song and...



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