Saturday, May 17, 2008
I remember lying in a prison cell on my own, feeling frightened, scared and troubled. I prayed and even though I wouldn’t at that point have said I was a Christian I felt this strange presence invade the room and a sense of peace came on me like I have never experienced since. Surprisingly I slept that night like a baby in his mother’s arms. I think at that point I had an encounter with the peace of God.
I have often wondered about what happened in my cell that night? The closest I can get is a verse in the bible: Phillipians 4-7 "the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."
I had, what can only be described as a truly spiritual experience, in Chelmsford prison, I haven't had one like it since.
By "understanding" I think we have thoughts like: Why? What? When? Where? What if? How come? this is our quest for understanding and I had a beautiful moment of peace at a troubled time that transcended my understanding. A peace that went beyond my questions.
It's weird really, people who don’t want to be preached at and are not even sure if they believe in God still – strangely – believe in prayer.
It was prayer and the presence of God, rather than the pulpit and its preaching, that could reach into a prison cell like mine. I guess what I am getting at is that God brings peace even to those who are trapped and in prison.
Mine was a literal prison, but our own prison cells take many forms….
(by the way if your wondering why I am blogging so much, Tracy is away in Madrid for the weekend and I am kind of bored!)