One thing I have learned about being a Field Minister is that every day is not the same. Some days are awesome and you can see the light switch turn on, other days you might think you are talking to the wall. What helps me not get a super ego or become utterly frustrated is to know it is not me but God who is in control. I’m merely an instrument.
During our first few weeks on the Walls unit, we met Angel, who at the time was a very young Christian and had yet to fully commit his life to the will of God. Angel had a rough and violent background, growing up in a gang lifestyle and was a repeat offender. After talking with Angel and sharing our testimonies with Him, we saw . . .
“Look, none of us are from perfect families. Of my three sons, my youngest is most like I used to be. He got in some trouble and was sent to the Ferguson Unit. Ferguson is and always has been a gladiator farm. When his mother told me he was there, I prayed for my boy. The next letter I received said my boy met this Field Minister named Kewana, . . .