Praying for Teeth
A women’s cry echoed down the cement-block hallway. Startled, I glanced around the circle of women. Some smiled. Others merely shrugged their shoulders. I shook my head and tried to focus on our Bible study again. If my blue-clad sisters could block out other sounds, so could I.
My resolve lasted a couple minutes. Sarah, my friend from church, was leading the study tonight for the jail inmates. When she asked, “How many of you have heard of Daniel and the lions’ den?” not a single hand was raised.
Just as she launched into the story, we heard that cry again, but I couldn’t understand what the woman was saying. Was she calling …
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