Replay of the Week
Youth Who Will Stand
Why do we go visit incarcerated youth? Why do we even care? This past week at Palmetto Youth Academy, where boys are sentenced from nine to eighteen months, we focused on the message of hope Read more…
Events
Waiting for the Light to Breakthrough
“I have been told a saying that, ‘Joy comes in the morning,’ but when is my morning coming?” said one girl recently who was locked up in detention. She went on to tell her story Read more…
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The Battle for What is Ours
Last week, I went to use the hose that is wound up in a cart on the side of our home. Apparently wasps had taken up residence in my hose cart. Months and months I Read more…
Events
“Why is it that Satan Speaks so Loudly, yet God Speaks with a Soft Whisper?”
This is the question from one of the incarcerated youth we work with from last week. What a great question! It does seem like Satan and the world scream for our attention, yet God waits Read more…
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Where are the Fathers?
When I was three years old my father walked out on our family. He moved on and began a new family of his own, without looking back. My mom single-handedly raised my brother and I Read more…
Replay of the Week
Dark Meets the Light
When we went to speak in juvenile detention, I met a young man who had been arrested and was awaiting his adjudication. He shook my hand and told me his name (which for his anonymity Read more…
Replay of the Week
At Seventeen
This past week, I was visiting the county jail and noticed a young man that I used to see in detention when he was a youth of seventeen. I remember this young man, because he Read more…
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Breaking Bad
What leads a youth into a life of crime? So many have made observations and done countless hours of research into the psyche of the criminal mind and how it develops. As we meet with Read more…
Replay of the Week
Where are the Fathers?
Where are the Fathers? When I was three years old my father walked out on our family. He moved on and began a new family of his own, without looking back. My mom single-handedly raised Read more…