Diesel Therapy Again
My Journey from Jesup, Georgia to Florence, Colorado
June 22, 2011
BOUND HAND AND FOOT
Hey folks! What a day yesterday was! We were awakened at 3:30 am and told to get our stuff together to be moved. After the typical lengthy paper work and procedures, at 6:30 am we finally were taken to the out processing area, at 7:00 am we were handcuffed to a chain around our waist, shackled at the ankles, and then put on a bus to Jacksonville, Florida.
After the 2 1/2 hour drive, we sat in the parking lot till the plane arrived. We then stood by the plane out on the blacktop for about an hour while the 40+ various officials did all their paperwork. It was well over 90 degrees by then. Once all the bureaucrats had done whatever it is they do, we were loaded on the plane where we sat without air conditioning for another hour till while they did more checking. Finally, we were airborne for Atlanta to drop off a few and pick up a few, and then flew on to the Tulsa, Oklahoma processing center. At 6:45 pm, the handcuffs and shackles finally came off and I could scratch my head! I was often reminded of Christ on the cross who could not move his arms to scratch anything! I wonder about flies and biting insects being drawn to the blood of the ones crucified. Hmmmm? You never hear about that or think about the thousands of little miseries that go with crucifixion besides the obvious pain of hanging by nails through your wrists and rubbing the nerves and bones raw. I thanked my Lord Jesus a hundred times for doing all that for me! Just the minor irritations I had were a great reminder to be thankful!
Here in Oklahoma the room is large and clean and holds about 120 guys. I’ll be here about a week they say before being either bussed ten hours, or flying part way and then being bussed to Florence, Colorado. I was told that the BOP adopted a policy June 1, 2011, that inmates such as myself, who are in the lowest security level and referred to as “campers”, who are being transferred to another camp are supposed to be furloughed to get to the destination. The term “furloughed” means transported by family. THAT would have been much better! The cost of this huge system of transporting thousands of people all over the country every day is staggering! If anyone out there can find out the real costs, please write me and let me know. America has a prison system ten times larger per capita than just about every European county and three times larger than Russia! Ya think there is another picture we need to look at? Follow the yellow brick road—the money (I Timothy 6:10). Try to shrink the number of inmates with shorter sentences, more parole, HR 223 etc. and watch those who profit from this prison system scream. One man I traveled with had asked his counselor why they didn’t give more halfway house and home confinement time like the law passed years ago says they should, and the counselor said, “We can’t afford it.” Hmmmm?
“When He saw the multitude He was moved with compassion…” Jesus saw the need and that moved him. Scores of people in the Bible were called to meet a need when they saw the need. Nehemiah saw the need and built the wall. Moses saw the cruel treatment of God’s people and led them out. Some wonder why I have added “prison reform” to my long list of “dogs to kick as I walk by.” I have seen the need, that’s why. When I saw the need for fourth-grade level information on Creation, I sought to fill it.
God’s Law is perfect (Psalm 19) and never calls for prisons at all! Crime needs to be punished, that is not the question. How to carry out the punishment is one of the questions and why should the government and lawyers and courts profit from it is an even bigger question.
Meanwhile, this week I get time to read and write! What a change from the hectic travel schedule I kept for seventeen years. Eric can handle that now. He’s doing a great job of it by the way! Lots of projects going on at CSE. Check