Jason didn’t make it. Psalm 25:4

Psalm 25:4 (NLT)
4 Show me the right path, O Lord; point out the road for me to follow.

It’s taken me quite a while to write this. For a primer, read Loons, crows, and things that aren’t what they seem.

Last night I sat in the activity room in the jail, really a very small meeting room. Cinder block. Yellowish white walls with orange security doors. Same guys, a couple of new ones. One of the newbies is a guy I’ve been mentoring for a few years now. He’s back in, looking at going down state again. Another knew one of the guys I was mentoring who went down state on the 23rd. Seems the guy who went down state didn’t really want to be nemtored. He knows he’s on the path to meeting Jason even though he never knew him. He took extra jail time so he wouldn’t have to deal with parole. His kids continue to grow without their father in a really f’d up home.

Jason didn’t make it. So close. He did spend some time clean after having a wound go septic. The hospital got him fixed up, off the methadone, diabetes under control, some real food in his belly. So close.

Jason died 9.7.2017

So many broken souls walking blindly down broken paths.

2 Timothy 3:1-4 (NLT)
3 You should know this, Timothy, that in the last days there will be very difficult times. 2 For people will love only themselves and their money. They will be boastful and proud, scoffing at God, disobedient to their parents, and ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred. 3 They will be unloving and unforgiving; they will slander others and have no self-control. They will be cruel and hate what is good. 4 They will betray their friends, be reckless, be puffed up with pride, and love pleasure rather than God.

It’s not a mystery, it’s a choice, albeit a difficult choice, a hard choice. When making the choice, the pain of the future looks so uncertain and so frightening compared to the pain of the present. It’s like a baby that doesn’t want its diaper changed because the dirty one is warm and comfortable. It doesn’t matter that it stinks and leads to all sorts of pain, it’s comfortable now. Getting cleaned up will hurt. Leave me alone in my dirty diaper.

The choice follow starts with asking to be shown the path, then choosing to follow it. Show me the way Lord, show me the way to you. Give me the strength to stay on it. I don’t want nothing more.

Psalm 25:4 (NLT)
4 Show me the right path, O Lord; point out the road for me to follow.

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