When he came to the Control Center tonight to check in, I literally did not recognize him. When he handed me his license, I had to do a double-take. The last time I'd seen him, he was the same youthful, vigorous, silver-haired gentleman he'd always been, looking at least a decade younger than his actual age of 61. Tonight he shuffled up slowly, using a cane, looking a decade older than he actually is, with his hair now thin and white.
As our volunteers left after the services, I quietly asked the chaplain if this fellow had had a stroke. "No. Cancer. He's eat up with it, all over, mainly in his liver."
I won't give a full name, because God knows all His children. But if you're praying, please include Michael from Fouke, Arkansas. This faithful servant is going through a terrible time, yet still manages to be active in prison ministry.
