Ryan is in the top bunk next to me. He’s rather short and a workout friend. He’s built like a hobbit on steroids. He also is an active practicing “Christian”,
or so he describes himself that way. He
is constantly reading Bible commentaries, pouring over King James
interpretations of verses, and looking up precise meanings of words from a
Bible dictionary he keeps at hand. He
also attends Bible study and services three times a week. And yet, Ryan is one of the most angry,
distrustful, arrogant people I have ever met.
“I don’t trust any of these scumbags,” Ryan told me the
other day. When I smiled he asked me
what was so funny. “I’m trying to
remember where in ‘The Sermon on the Mount’ that line appeared?” His curt response: “Jesus doesn’t expect us to put up with
a-holes.” Somehow I think Ryan missed
the entire point of the New Testament.
Then, there is “Magnetic”.
He’s a young kid who has become a philosopher. He knows virtually everything (just ask
him). He’s toying with the “5%ers”
philosophy (hence the name “Magnetic”, there is also “Unique”, “Dominion”, and “Sincere”,
in the building. They pick and choose
various pieces of each religious philosophy like ordering ala carte at a
restaurant). Magnetic spoke often of “black
Friday”, the day in the future when the oppressed masses overthrow the white
majority. “You’ll be fine Larry. You care about us.”
Magnetic spouts forth Bible verses (and passages from the
Koran) to support his logic. It blew up
in his face recently. The college
students (regular program) had intro to sociology. Magnetic was enrolled in the class. The Professor had effeminate mannerisms. Magnetic announced in class that “God hates”
homosexuals and therefore, he didn’t have to listen to anything the Professor
said. The instructor left word for the
school principal. “I won’t tolerate
ridicule like that. He’s out.” The principal concurred and Magnetic was
removed from college. Yesterday he was
moved. Before he left he asked me if I
thought he was wrong to try and uphold a “Biblical principle”.
I thought for a moment about my response. I reminded him I’m in prison for a “theft”. “Thou shalt not steal. My marriage – a church marriage – failed miserably.” So I asked him, who am I to judge whether
that instructor is living right?
I think a great deal about the lessons, the requirements of
faith, and the more I think about them the more I realize I didn’t know a thing
about what God really requires of us.
Over and over I hear the words from the prophet Micah, “What does the Lord
require of you? Do justice, love kindness,
walk humbly before your God.”
Guys in here – Ryan, Magnetic and hundreds more – put on a
show. They “philosophize” about the big
complex questions of existence; they memorize prayers and verses; they recite
rules and principles of conduct, and they miss the simple message Steve Jobs
addressed: they forget to live like
Christ.
And as I thought about that I realized prison isn’t so
different from the real world. If only
we were more compassionate, more forgiving, more merciful.
The other week I received a letter from a man I’d never
met. He’d heard of my situation from a
mutual friend and wrote a letter which contained among other things, an interview
with the former Catholic Bishop of Richmond, a tireless advocate for prison
reform. It was a warm letter and touched
me deeply. This man and his wife did not
know me, yet they wrote to bolster my spirits.
Perhaps Steve Jobs was a little too quick to miss the efforts of some to
live a little more like God intended.
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