Last Friday, I took the morning off of work. I drove east about 30 minutes, and turned left on a lonely road. I read the signs that said “no stopping or picking up hitchhikers” and knew I was approaching the prison. I parked my car, went to the front gate waited for my guide. After following my guide through tower after tower and behind an endless wall of electrified fencing, I found myself standing in the general yard of a maximum security prison, meeting inmates and learning the "ropes" of basic prison function. It was at this moment, I realized that while parts of my life are steady and predictable, I often let things happen that take me to places I couldn’t imagine being just a few weeks before. I like that about myself. However, at that particular moment, I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t too open when I said yes to this visit. Let me step back a bit, and tell you how I got there. A coworker of mine participates in Christian outreach for a local prison. ...