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Each morning, I head to the Starbucks right down the road to work. Most of the faces in there are familiar, so I tend to have similar conversations with the same people each day. Yesterday, I sat down in my usual spot (yep, I'm one of those) and began my routine. There was a guy sitting next to me, about my age, that I had never seen before. We said hello, and that was it.
Half an hour later, he leaned over and apologized for asking the question he was about to ask, but he needed me to look up a phone number for him. When I googled the place he told me, I found the phone number, and realized it was some sort of treatment center or halfway house. Before I could even recite the phone number to him, he explained what came up: It was a halfway house he had been living in since January, when he was released from prison after four years. At that moment, my heart and mind clicked that I was sitting next to him by God's design.
We continued our conversation, and I found out a lot about this guy: He is 29 and grew up in Plano. He spent 4 years in prison because of drugs, and confessed the only reason he got out so early is because his dad is wealthy and "knew people."
His next question to me was one that is usually a conversation killer: "What do you do?" When I tell people that I'm a pastor, more often than not the conversation usually dribbles out. Not this one. It opened the floodgates. He immediately began asking about the church I worked at, what kind of ministry I do, if our church had any recovery programs, even if we had a website. When I answered all of those, I was a little curious, so I asked him if it was required by the state to go to some sort of "religious" center as a part of his release.
The best way I can describe his answer is that it felt like listening to a live version of Galatians 5. Halfway through his sentence, after having been moved around to a dozen different prisons because of safety reasons, he got involved with a ministry called Ransomed Heart Ministries, and Jesus wouldn't let him get away.
He said that for the first two years, there wasn't a day he woke up in prison that he didn't fear for his life. He felt abandoned, his parents and girlfriend and friends had quit communicating with him, his lawyer quit on him, the state kept shuffling him around, he had nothing.

Grace.
Love.
Forgiveness.
Hope.
Freedom.
JESUS.
The next thing he told me amazed me. When people find out he just got out of prison, they always ask if he is enjoying his freedom.
His response was this: "Yeah, I enjoy being free from prison. Free from my cell, from the guard, from being locked up. But that freedom doesn't come close to matching the freedom I felt IN prison when Jesus told me he loved me."
THAT is an incredible testimony, a beautiful definition of the freedom Christ longs to bring each of us. Getting out of prison, regaining your personal freedom can't begin to compare to the knowledge that Christ has made you free from sin and alive in Him.
Christ has set us free! What is there to look back at? Why would we want to put that yoke back on? Jared basically told me he would rather go back to prison, daily fearing for his life, than to put back on the "prison sentence" of not knowing Jesus. THAT is the power of grace. That is the beauty of our Savior.
How furious must Satan be at Jared, my friend from Starbucks? Just when it looked like the enemy had him exactly where he wanted him, the power of death and sin lost again to the beauty and grace of Jesus?
I pray that you experience the freedom that Jared has. I pray that the forgiveness and grace and hope and love of Jesus has given you LIFE.
Pray for Jared as you read this, that the Lord will continue to strengthen and encourage Him, and that his excitement about his freedom in Christ will not be quenched.