The Endless Reality of Forgiveness
The intersections, the whirlwinds of unexpected grace blowing through our lives, remind us of something: a task, a conversation, laughter, forgiveness.
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I wait for the elevator. I am in no hurry. Cameras fill the halls, and an officer says people appreciate chaplain visits in this place. I believe the comment is meant to make me feel better, but it does not.
We walk through white painted corridors to a narrow door that delivers a frightening sound as locks are lifted. The officer holds the door open; I step aside as he locks the door. Three doors later we arrive at a small room with a long wooden table, three folding …