where
strength
comes
from
a missive from Roderick L. Harris,
Prairie Du Chien Correctional Institution
I greet you in the name of the most high through
our Lord and Savior, Christ-Jesus. The only
name under heaven that can save us. I count it
as a blessing to be able to write to you. I hope
and pray that all is truly well with you and those
you hold dear.
This missive comes to you from a place meant
to break men. Just know that I’m putting pen to
paper as an unbroken follower of Christ.
In m eeting with 513FREE, I was asked to relate
my testimony. I’ll do my best to keep it short
and to the point, but there’s a lot on my mind so,
dear reader, you’ll just have to bear with me as
my pen attempts to keep pace with my thoughts.
Like so many others I know and who read this
letter, I was not raised in the Church. Although,
from time to time I ended up there usually with
one of my grandparents or my great-aunt. Be-
sides that, I never really went. A lot like many
other non-believers, I knew there was a so
called higher power, but the whole Jesus thing
was a little difficult
di
to wrap my head around.
How was I to believe that God came down from
the most glorious place that I can’t even fathom
to convince us that we should repent and believe
in Him!? It’s a hard situation to be in when
you’re asking a person to believe that the only
true and living God put on a “man suit” just to
talk to us and show us that He’s real. Wow!
As time went on, I grew from a boy to a young
man. God allowed me to make it through fight-
ing, losing family and friends, arguing with par-
ents, and all kinds of other stuff. The one con-
stant through all my early trials tribulations was
His presence - even though I was exposed to sex
too early in life, and I had anger issues. He was
still there, and I didn’t know until later in life.
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