August 9, 2014 Update
This is the first chance I have had to sent anything other than I wrote to say we had arrived. We have been very active and the Lord has gone before us and prepared the way. We have been to 5 prisons in 3 days and over a hundred inmates have invited the Lord into there lives. Below is a description written by Brent about our visit to Hilltop Boys Correctional Centre. He did wonderful describing it so he gave me permission to forward it. Also below that is his description of Tower St. the biggest prison in Jamaica. I might add we were well received and given a tour of the rehabilitation area. God really opened the prison doors not only to minister to others but to open the eyes of the team as well. Thank you Jesus.
For those of you who are interested and have the time please read on past the pictures you will be able to visualize where we have been by what Brent has written.
Team that went to Hilltop Boys Correctional Center. Back- Don, Jonathan & Brent
Font -Sister Gwendolyn, Judy, Sister Stewart and Sister Gordon.
Bless you and thank you.
Tower St. Maximum Security Men’s Prison
Fort Augusta Women’s Prison
Don & Brent & Jonathan are standing in proxy apologizing to the women for all the hurt done to them by men. This was very moving.
The ladies at Fort Augusta, the Holy Spirit was there. The choir sang and we were all touched.
Please pray for this lady she is an inmate and is grieving for her 16 year old son who was murdered two weeks ago. Pray the Lord comfort her and allow her to pray for and forgive the murderer.
Below Written by Brent Bishop, his view on Hilltop Boy Jail
As I sat in the back of a white Nissan van that was slowly winding its way up a very narrow steep road, accompanied by Jonah English, Don & Judy McKay and the driver Eric, I looked to my left and saw a view that was breath taking, I looked down over valleys that were covered in a lush green, on the sides of the jungle hills you could see small houses here and there, and as you raised your view over the valleys you could see clear to the ocean, with it beautiful blue waves rolling toward the sanding beaches that ran for miles. We were well up a mountain in Jamaica heading to the Boys Youth Correctional Jail, and as the buildings, fences, and razor wire came into view I soon forgot about the beauty that was just behind me.
There were no electric powered doors only gates with paddle locks. The guard station had six windows in the front and four of them were either broken out or half broken out. There were no oak counters to sign the registration book on or metal detectors to go through, just a couple of desks to go around then down a narrow hall, and through a door made of bars, not steel and glass, to my left I could not help but notice three lock down cells, used to punish or protect the bad boys, The doors were made of a rusty steel, and had large paddle locks on them, the only window in the door was a slot approximately 3”X12” that had been cut out with a blow torch. At the end of the hall was a round room that looked to be about 25ft from one side to the other, with four ranges off it, each range was open to view, because there were no walls or doors in the front of them only bars. There were no cells in the ranges that I could see, each range was completely open and all that I noticed when I looked in were beds, and the sad eyes of the boys who choose not to come to the service
The service was held in the dinning that was also connected to the circular room, and as I entered this room I was happy to see 50 young men waiting to hear what we had to say. From what I could see the boys ages ran from as young as 12 up to say 17 and I come not help to feel a true companion for each one of them.
My mind wandered back to the days that I was locked up in one of the correctional jails and I knew the hurt, the home sickness, the loneliness and the abuse that some of the boys must be going through.
The service started Judy McKay doing the introductions and sharing a word, then three of the local volunteer’s lead us in song and worship, as they were singing praises I went into prayer, I wanted so much to make a difference in the young lives of these boys and I knew without the boldness and help of the Holy Spirit I had no power whatsoever. So I left the natural realm and went into the spiritual realm where I called in Jesus name to be anointed with the Holy Spirit.
Next Jonathan shared from his heart, telling how much love he has for the Lord; the boys were enjoying his every word.
Then he they turned the floor over to me, and again Jesus did not let me down, I shared some of my testimony about when I was their age, and I am sure I added Gods love to that as I went along, I cannot remember everything that was said through me, but one thing I will remember, is that when the chance to except Jesus as their Saviour was given Twenty-Four boys stood up out of their seats came to the alter, looked up to the heavens, raised their arms into the air and prayed a prayer asking Jesus to come into their heart’s and forgive their sins, Praise the Lord. Jonathan and I went to each of the boys, talked to them a little shook their hand, and gave them a copy of my book, I am not sure who got the largest blessing, the boys or the team that went in.
Be Blessed in Jesus and know you are loved.
God bless you all and thank you for your continued prayers.