Sunday, June 20
Dear Prayer Partners,
As the buss pulled up to the booking office we were waiting outside the booking office waiting to be booked in. It was raining, the place looked bleak. We saw a lot of men walking on the compound dressed in army green suits. The scene was bright and beautiful, it was dark.. The booking officer came out and was taking our names. A man (I presumed an inmate) walked up like he was going into the booking office. The booking officer screamed at the man to get out of here and don't let me see you again. It reminded me of how we might run off a stray dog on the farm when we didn't want to see him on the farm again. I thought to myself that this must be a really bad guy. I certainly wouldn't want to have anything to do with a guy like that (meaning the inmate). We had no idea the day could come when we would be treated like that man.
The door opened and we were marched in. Two officers were doing the booking. Please understand I was in the Navy. I have gone through boot camp; I wouldn't argue with someone who would say that booking should not be pleasant, but I would not agree. The C.O.'s at this place are beyond constructive discipline. They are people who hate their jobs, they hate inmates, are lazy, and see people like us as obstacles to mess up their quiet, self-centered lives. Inside we were all place in either of two cells and they took us out one at a time, taken to another cell and strip searched - and I mean strip searched like never before. We were then given some temporary surgical type suits and slippers just to last us the next day, but they also easily identified us as new prisoners. I think us older guys were shown a tad bit of respect which can only be recognized by comparing to the others. We were passed from psychologist, to nurse, to counselor. The interview went something like this (C.O. stands for counseling officer) I need to add a little of the expletives here or it won't be realistic; but you must understand if I put them all in this letter the letter would be twice as long. That's the way it is all over this compound at first. The interview went like this:
CO: What the F--- is an old man like you doing here?
me: Taxes
co: If you got any f--ing questions just ask them. I wanta get this over with.
me: Will there be an orientation?
co: What the f--do you want to know?
me: How will we know when to report?
co: You'll find out. Next?
me: When will we find out the rules.
co: This is a f--ing camp.
me: Will we be in a cell tonight?
co: I'm done. Get the f-- out of here.
I've been with a young farmer from Southern MN in Sherburne County for 5 weeks. His name is Jeff. Jeff is in for buying cocaine on the phone. Jeff like to talk way too much, talks dirty as the C.O. and claims to know much about everything but comes across as really foolish to anyone who is a little older. The C.O. read him really quick and really gave Jeff a bad time. He asked Jeff if he was a member of a gang. Jeff said, "No", so King checked "Gang Associates". Jeff hasn't been associated with a gang, so he is really nervous about that. The C.O. couldn't find his pen, so he was accusing Jeff of staling the pen and was screaming, "You think this is funny, this is a prison ___ ___. Your going to learn we don't need any comedians around here, you can land in the hole." I happened to know that another C.O. didn't have a pencil and took it so I was able to pull Jeff out of the fire that time. They seemed to believe it if I said it (Thank you, Lord). We were in line waiting around until 9:00 PM. Then we were escorted to our dorm. The dorms are Air Force barracks that were built in the 50's. They drops off the guys at their dorm. I finally arrive at my building 208. 208 has 150 inmates in it. It's an old two story wooden structure. We walk in out of the rain and inmates have just finished "cooking" their after dinner meal. Their cooking is with beans, rice, curie and a lot of other seasonings I have never smelled before. Men were all over, peering at me, wanting to get a look at the new guy. The sights and smells were very different. It was much like being dropped off into a ghetto. The C.O. was walking ahead, me following upstairs, down the hall and stopped at a room with four bunks, three men - I'll be the fourth. Mark is black and from Grand Rapids, MI, serving 10 years for selling cocaine. (Cocaine is the charge for all three). Mark is 38 years old. Ace is 22 years old, a black man from Milwaukee. Jose is 26 years old from Milwaukee. The C..O. shows me my bunk and tells me this might be temporary. The C.O. leaves and some of the guys come to introduce themselves. One gives me a tooth brush and toothpaste. Another leaves me some shower slippers. I feel like I might have some friends here. I go to bed and lay there in the dark thinking through the day. I pray for the events, thank God for the small acts of kindness. I think of this bed, the smells, these guys, this being my home for the next four years. I intentionally change my thought. This is not a good time to think about the four years. I sleep but wake up repeatedly. Soon there are a lot of foot steps and morning has come.
I have survived the first day.
7/03/2010
Update 3
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Dear Prayer Partners,
I believe it has been a week since I last wrote. It seems much longer and it feels like a different world. I'll explain the transition - not for my own need to express it (and it isn't about expressing my emotions or feelings through it), but because I know a number of you are interested in the imprisonment process and the life of prisoners.
If my memory is correct I left off my last letter describing the inmate conflict in our pod in Sherburne County. The lockdown did conflict with our final fellowship meeting because I had high hopes of a final meeting and it needed to be cancelled. We have Carlos, Fernando, Bird and the others in God's hands and pray that they will continue in their new lives as disciples. Tuesday morning at 4:30 AM I got the knock on the door and was told to pack up my stuff and go to booking. Three of us were placed in a cell and joined by a fourth, Jeff, who has since become a good friend. At 6:30 AM we were removed from the cell, taken to a room where we were told to take off our prison orange suits and given our street clothes we had come in. In my case it was a dress slack with white shirt, no belt, no tie.
We were all cuffed and shackled and placed in a van along with three others in orange suits. We had no confirmation of where we were going. We came to Anoka, stopped in Anoka County Jail and picked up two more guys in orange suits.
One of these guys so happened to be one who "walked away" from Duluth prison camp in 2004 and has been "on the loose" since then. He was just arrested in California, returned to Minnesota to finish his sentence with another three years added to it at a higher security prison.
After Anoka we ended up at St. Paul Federal Court house where the orange suits got out and the rest of us went to Minneapolis where we were delivered back to the US Marshalls. All the jewelry "shackles and cuffs" were removed and we were placed in a cell again.
I must say here before moving on that while Sherburne county is known as a very high security, bad food, bad place, it was all better than I had expected. The guards and staff for the most part were like real people and I felt their respect.
The US Marshalls were also very nice, respectful, even helpful at times.. At 9:30 AM they removed us from our cells (the four of us), replaced the shackles and cuffs, loaded us back into the van and headed east to Stillwater. We went to Oak Park, which is a state penitentiary. We pulled through a gate in a fenced in area with razor wire all around it. We waited about 20 minutes when a prison buss arrived. It had made its circuit from Chicago, with a stop in Wisconsin and now Stillwater. The buss stopped, the guards came out with shot guns and we were told to unload the van. After they talked some more the shot guns were put away, our hand cuffs and shackles removed, and we knew then we were heading to Duluth. The big buss was full of prisoners who are sitting in shackles and cuffs. We are told to find a seat where we could. We walked on board through the steel gated front of the buss, past all the tough looking shackled prisoners and found our seats next to the same. While the crowd looked pretty tough I reminded myself that the four of us look exactly the same when we were in the orange suits and cuffs. I often think to myself even now how different these guys would look if they had street clothes and no cuffs.
We drove about an hour and a half and stopped at Sand Stone prison where everyone except eight of us were removed. Sand Stone is a mid level security prison and we were all glad we weren't going there.
We got our first look at Duluth Federal Prison Camp at 2:00 PM Tuesday. We couldn't see any fences to make it look like a prison. There was no guard house and no gate. It was a dark overcast rainy day. It seemed we were just at a campus of some kind, which it is. It was originally built as an Air Force base and I'm sure it had more security at that time than it has now.
I forgot to say that on the buss we were like in a big cage. The driver was up front along with an armed guard who locked us in the cage before the buss left. In the back was a port potty toilet on one side with a cage on the other side. The door to the cage was only from the outside the buss and a guard sat in the cage with a shotgun.
The buss pulled around behind some buildings and we were unloaded. It was amazing for us to be standing outside with no cuffs, shackles, or chains. Even though it was raining it was the first time we stood in daylight in seven weeks. To this day in Duluth we have not seen a gun, tazer, or handcuff. We were about to enter a world of big change, the first to be negative.
Tomorrow - the booking experience.
Dear Prayer Partners,
I believe it has been a week since I last wrote. It seems much longer and it feels like a different world. I'll explain the transition - not for my own need to express it (and it isn't about expressing my emotions or feelings through it), but because I know a number of you are interested in the imprisonment process and the life of prisoners.
If my memory is correct I left off my last letter describing the inmate conflict in our pod in Sherburne County. The lockdown did conflict with our final fellowship meeting because I had high hopes of a final meeting and it needed to be cancelled. We have Carlos, Fernando, Bird and the others in God's hands and pray that they will continue in their new lives as disciples. Tuesday morning at 4:30 AM I got the knock on the door and was told to pack up my stuff and go to booking. Three of us were placed in a cell and joined by a fourth, Jeff, who has since become a good friend. At 6:30 AM we were removed from the cell, taken to a room where we were told to take off our prison orange suits and given our street clothes we had come in. In my case it was a dress slack with white shirt, no belt, no tie.
We were all cuffed and shackled and placed in a van along with three others in orange suits. We had no confirmation of where we were going. We came to Anoka, stopped in Anoka County Jail and picked up two more guys in orange suits.
One of these guys so happened to be one who "walked away" from Duluth prison camp in 2004 and has been "on the loose" since then. He was just arrested in California, returned to Minnesota to finish his sentence with another three years added to it at a higher security prison.
After Anoka we ended up at St. Paul Federal Court house where the orange suits got out and the rest of us went to Minneapolis where we were delivered back to the US Marshalls. All the jewelry "shackles and cuffs" were removed and we were placed in a cell again.
I must say here before moving on that while Sherburne county is known as a very high security, bad food, bad place, it was all better than I had expected. The guards and staff for the most part were like real people and I felt their respect.
The US Marshalls were also very nice, respectful, even helpful at times.. At 9:30 AM they removed us from our cells (the four of us), replaced the shackles and cuffs, loaded us back into the van and headed east to Stillwater. We went to Oak Park, which is a state penitentiary. We pulled through a gate in a fenced in area with razor wire all around it. We waited about 20 minutes when a prison buss arrived. It had made its circuit from Chicago, with a stop in Wisconsin and now Stillwater. The buss stopped, the guards came out with shot guns and we were told to unload the van. After they talked some more the shot guns were put away, our hand cuffs and shackles removed, and we knew then we were heading to Duluth. The big buss was full of prisoners who are sitting in shackles and cuffs. We are told to find a seat where we could. We walked on board through the steel gated front of the buss, past all the tough looking shackled prisoners and found our seats next to the same. While the crowd looked pretty tough I reminded myself that the four of us look exactly the same when we were in the orange suits and cuffs. I often think to myself even now how different these guys would look if they had street clothes and no cuffs.
We drove about an hour and a half and stopped at Sand Stone prison where everyone except eight of us were removed. Sand Stone is a mid level security prison and we were all glad we weren't going there.
We got our first look at Duluth Federal Prison Camp at 2:00 PM Tuesday. We couldn't see any fences to make it look like a prison. There was no guard house and no gate. It was a dark overcast rainy day. It seemed we were just at a campus of some kind, which it is. It was originally built as an Air Force base and I'm sure it had more security at that time than it has now.
I forgot to say that on the buss we were like in a big cage. The driver was up front along with an armed guard who locked us in the cage before the buss left. In the back was a port potty toilet on one side with a cage on the other side. The door to the cage was only from the outside the buss and a guard sat in the cage with a shotgun.
The buss pulled around behind some buildings and we were unloaded. It was amazing for us to be standing outside with no cuffs, shackles, or chains. Even though it was raining it was the first time we stood in daylight in seven weeks. To this day in Duluth we have not seen a gun, tazer, or handcuff. We were about to enter a world of big change, the first to be negative.
Tomorrow - the booking experience.
6/25/2010
For Bob
This is a letter to Dad from a friend he met in Anoka.
Bob before I start writing this letter I hope in God you are doing good in health. I want you to know Bob that we miss you a lot since the day you left. Because C and I learned a lot from you. You taught us about humbleness, without a doubt our father God brought you in our lives to reach us about his Word. Now you are in prison but don't worry God and our Lord Jesus Christ will always be with you and they will show you their glory just as you saw it here when you were with us. Don't worry about me and C. We are staying firm in the Word of God. We stay in prayer so our Father God would keep us going strong with His spirit. Bob I want you to know that you were a Paul with Timothy for us. Because you insntructed us in the Word of God and you showed us how to behave. Well Bob this is what I wanted to tell you I just ask God to show you His glory in prison and so you can gain more souls for our Lord Jesus Christ. Be good Bob and God bless you and your family.
F
Bob before I start writing this letter I hope in God you are doing good in health. I want you to know Bob that we miss you a lot since the day you left. Because C and I learned a lot from you. You taught us about humbleness, without a doubt our father God brought you in our lives to reach us about his Word. Now you are in prison but don't worry God and our Lord Jesus Christ will always be with you and they will show you their glory just as you saw it here when you were with us. Don't worry about me and C. We are staying firm in the Word of God. We stay in prayer so our Father God would keep us going strong with His spirit. Bob I want you to know that you were a Paul with Timothy for us. Because you insntructed us in the Word of God and you showed us how to behave. Well Bob this is what I wanted to tell you I just ask God to show you His glory in prison and so you can gain more souls for our Lord Jesus Christ. Be good Bob and God bless you and your family.
F
Letter to Dad
This is a letter Dad received from one of his inmate friends in Anoka....
Hey Bob. I hope you are doing good. How's it going over there in your new home? The fellowship is going very good here. I've had some conversations with M and L. They want to follow Jesus. L and J gave a message about temptation and it worked out fine. I told L to start spending more tiem with God and he will gain more knowledge for the word. F and I have been doing good and we read the letter you gave to F.
Tell me about God's glory in that place. If C is with you tell him I called his dad the day he left from here with you. N is also doing good in the fellowship. Thank you for the stuff you left us. I hope God can use you and C to make a big difference where you are. Bob, don't give up and keep focused on the glory of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. Halleluiah. I feel stronger spiritually. I gave a message about sin separates us from God and I kept on talking non-stop. The Holy Spirit took over and I delivered a good strong message. At the end I shared Matthew 24:13. I'm glad I'm saved and I am not a slave to sin no more. Bob people tell me you can write me direct, or send me the address and I'll write to you. Well Bob God bless you and keep you strong.
Write me back soon pops!
Your friend,
C
Hey Bob. I hope you are doing good. How's it going over there in your new home? The fellowship is going very good here. I've had some conversations with M and L. They want to follow Jesus. L and J gave a message about temptation and it worked out fine. I told L to start spending more tiem with God and he will gain more knowledge for the word. F and I have been doing good and we read the letter you gave to F.
Tell me about God's glory in that place. If C is with you tell him I called his dad the day he left from here with you. N is also doing good in the fellowship. Thank you for the stuff you left us. I hope God can use you and C to make a big difference where you are. Bob, don't give up and keep focused on the glory of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. Halleluiah. I feel stronger spiritually. I gave a message about sin separates us from God and I kept on talking non-stop. The Holy Spirit took over and I delivered a good strong message. At the end I shared Matthew 24:13. I'm glad I'm saved and I am not a slave to sin no more. Bob people tell me you can write me direct, or send me the address and I'll write to you. Well Bob God bless you and keep you strong.
Write me back soon pops!
Your friend,
C
6/22/2010
Unseen Wars
Dads address is below. He get’s out March 2014 thanks for your support.
Tom
Robert Goris 14451-041 unit 208
FPC Duluth
Federal Prison Camp
PO Box 1000
Duluth, MN 55814
Monday PM
Dear Prayer Partners:
I wrote the last email right in the midst of an unseen war. I didn't mention because the letter would have gotten too long.
I left the fellowship meeting Saturday night so encouraged. God is really working in the minds and hearts of the guys In response to the question "How many of you are or want to be a disciple", all hands went up. Mark's also. Then afterwards Mark prayed to receive Christ. It's almost too much to take to see what God is doing.
On my way back to my cell with everyone out in the day room, right in front of me, a big fight broke out. It looked like one guy attacking another but ended up being much more. The guards started hollering, "Code orange lockdown!", then, "Down on the floor on your stomachs!" I was right there almost on top of it when I realized I could be in this thing. It was so surreal. Guys all stood for a minute wondering who should be helping who. It finally dawned on me and others that the command "lock down" was for us. Through the next two days I realized that what looked like a fight between two guys was really a small battle of a much larger war. The guys were pinned on the floor face down, hand cuffed and taken to the hole. All night long guards went back and forth reviewing videos from the camera. All day Sunday we were locked in. They brought our food to our cells at 8:00 AM. The guys with black suits and knuckle gloves came by, hand cuffed us, took us out of our cells and searched everything. I saw them go cell to cell and do the same at each cell. I was amazed at the huge pile of stuff they removed. After that they took us out one at a time to the gym where we were s et on a folding chair and they wanted to know what we knew about what's going on. Any racial wars, drug wars, gambling wars. It was all very interesting. They came back again during the night. I kept watching, they removed 8 guys from the pod. Some for extorting the sex offenders, some for carrying debt books from gambling. (It's unlawful to give credit or carry debt here). My neighbor in the next cell was taken. His name is Dale (the bank robber). Dale takes 18 meds per day. He also has a gambling addiction. When we take meds we always have to take them, drink water, they open our mouth so that both the nurse and the guard could see that the meds are gone. Somehow in spite of all that, Dale hid his meds in his mouth and was selling them to work off his gambling debt. Today Dale, Joe the Peruvian who had the store, the two guys that ran the gambling table, the black Liberian who stoked up racial strife - they are all in the hole.
Tom
Robert Goris 14451-041 unit 208
FPC Duluth
Federal Prison Camp
PO Box 1000
Duluth, MN 55814
Monday PM
Dear Prayer Partners:
I wrote the last email right in the midst of an unseen war. I didn't mention because the letter would have gotten too long.
I left the fellowship meeting Saturday night so encouraged. God is really working in the minds and hearts of the guys In response to the question "How many of you are or want to be a disciple", all hands went up. Mark's also. Then afterwards Mark prayed to receive Christ. It's almost too much to take to see what God is doing.
On my way back to my cell with everyone out in the day room, right in front of me, a big fight broke out. It looked like one guy attacking another but ended up being much more. The guards started hollering, "Code orange lockdown!", then, "Down on the floor on your stomachs!" I was right there almost on top of it when I realized I could be in this thing. It was so surreal. Guys all stood for a minute wondering who should be helping who. It finally dawned on me and others that the command "lock down" was for us. Through the next two days I realized that what looked like a fight between two guys was really a small battle of a much larger war. The guys were pinned on the floor face down, hand cuffed and taken to the hole. All night long guards went back and forth reviewing videos from the camera. All day Sunday we were locked in. They brought our food to our cells at 8:00 AM. The guys with black suits and knuckle gloves came by, hand cuffed us, took us out of our cells and searched everything. I saw them go cell to cell and do the same at each cell. I was amazed at the huge pile of stuff they removed. After that they took us out one at a time to the gym where we were s et on a folding chair and they wanted to know what we knew about what's going on. Any racial wars, drug wars, gambling wars. It was all very interesting. They came back again during the night. I kept watching, they removed 8 guys from the pod. Some for extorting the sex offenders, some for carrying debt books from gambling. (It's unlawful to give credit or carry debt here). My neighbor in the next cell was taken. His name is Dale (the bank robber). Dale takes 18 meds per day. He also has a gambling addiction. When we take meds we always have to take them, drink water, they open our mouth so that both the nurse and the guard could see that the meds are gone. Somehow in spite of all that, Dale hid his meds in his mouth and was selling them to work off his gambling debt. Today Dale, Joe the Peruvian who had the store, the two guys that ran the gambling table, the black Liberian who stoked up racial strife - they are all in the hole.
Unseen Wars Continued....
This all gives me the powerful illustration that I need for my teaching tonight. As a "greenie" (new guy) I live here in this jail and it looks like a pretty peaceful place. I don't realize all the underground fighting and aggression that's going on. Even when I see two guys fight I'm just thinking it's just a fight against them. Today I see that the two guys doing the fighting might not even be angry with each other. They might even be victims of a larger war. They might just be paying their "rent" to a larger warlord.
This is going to be my introduction to James 4:4 to be friends with the world is to be enemies of God. I have been concerned with the new Christians- who they sit with, who they walk with,their card playing and gambling buddies. I watch how their personalities change. When they are with different people. I don't want to talk about those specific things. I want them to understand the scriptures so they can come to it on their own, and they do. I am finding that when they find that scripture says it, they want to do it. Mark spends a lot of time at the card table. I am praying that this will change.
I will tell the guys tonight that, being a "greenie", I didn't see the battles going on around me; but they are there. As a "greenie" Christian they don't know the battle that is going on with the principalities and the powers in the heavenlies. The conversation that took place where God said about Job, "Consider my man Job." God was pleased with Job, he was proud of Job and he was saying that to many in the heavenlies who were watching. Satan heard the comment and challenged God. God allowed Satan to test Job. People on earth were watching but more importantly God and many others in the heavenlies were watching. Just as it is in prison and when we live our life on the outside the battle going on around us is bigger than we think. If we are only street wise we might win on the street but lose before God in the heavenlies. The big win is the win before God. This is why we must be more concerned about obeying him as in James 4:4 than in pleasing man. As followers and disciples we are "greenies", we are novices. It's best if we just obey and not ask, "Why?"
Two stories from this morning:
1. Mark came over right after lock down. I said how was lockdown for you? He said, "I read my Bible the whole time. I never understood it before, but now that you showed me, I can find things. I decided I'm going to read it from front to back." He seemed very happy.
2. I was walking Lobie (the Nigerian) came to walk with me. He said, "I have questions. He was excited with what he is learning. He wanted to know about having a girlfriend or a wife who is not a Christian. I explained that now that he is a Christian God wants to have a covenant with him and with his children. Being a Christian God lives in him. God's seed is in him and God does not want to be part of an unbeliever. The union is a sacred union. It was amazing how I could see him get the picture. He said, "So that's why we should not have sex without marriage. I could never understand that before."
God is so amazing. I just saw him understand way more than I explained. It's the way God is working. I am never pleased with my own explanation of the gospel. I wish I were better at it. I just am thankful to God that he is doing in spite of me. I just keep trying to see where he might like to work and make an introduction. I'm comfortable doing that and he does the rest in ways that are way beyond me.
Now you are up to speed on where I am at. Tomorrow is Tuesday and a strong possibility I'll be moved. God knows I am more than wiling to stay if he wants to do more with me here. If you hear I have gone somewhere other than Duluth, please realize that it is ok with me. I'd rather be in a difficult place in the center of God's purpose than in a "club Fed" not finding purpose.
I am not so strong as it might appear. If God would let me go two days without seeing his hand I might get pretty crabby and complain. God hasn't done that. I am seeing his appointments multiple times per day. He is amazing.
In Christ,
Bob
This is going to be my introduction to James 4:4 to be friends with the world is to be enemies of God. I have been concerned with the new Christians- who they sit with, who they walk with,their card playing and gambling buddies. I watch how their personalities change. When they are with different people. I don't want to talk about those specific things. I want them to understand the scriptures so they can come to it on their own, and they do. I am finding that when they find that scripture says it, they want to do it. Mark spends a lot of time at the card table. I am praying that this will change.
I will tell the guys tonight that, being a "greenie", I didn't see the battles going on around me; but they are there. As a "greenie" Christian they don't know the battle that is going on with the principalities and the powers in the heavenlies. The conversation that took place where God said about Job, "Consider my man Job." God was pleased with Job, he was proud of Job and he was saying that to many in the heavenlies who were watching. Satan heard the comment and challenged God. God allowed Satan to test Job. People on earth were watching but more importantly God and many others in the heavenlies were watching. Just as it is in prison and when we live our life on the outside the battle going on around us is bigger than we think. If we are only street wise we might win on the street but lose before God in the heavenlies. The big win is the win before God. This is why we must be more concerned about obeying him as in James 4:4 than in pleasing man. As followers and disciples we are "greenies", we are novices. It's best if we just obey and not ask, "Why?"
Two stories from this morning:
1. Mark came over right after lock down. I said how was lockdown for you? He said, "I read my Bible the whole time. I never understood it before, but now that you showed me, I can find things. I decided I'm going to read it from front to back." He seemed very happy.
2. I was walking Lobie (the Nigerian) came to walk with me. He said, "I have questions. He was excited with what he is learning. He wanted to know about having a girlfriend or a wife who is not a Christian. I explained that now that he is a Christian God wants to have a covenant with him and with his children. Being a Christian God lives in him. God's seed is in him and God does not want to be part of an unbeliever. The union is a sacred union. It was amazing how I could see him get the picture. He said, "So that's why we should not have sex without marriage. I could never understand that before."
God is so amazing. I just saw him understand way more than I explained. It's the way God is working. I am never pleased with my own explanation of the gospel. I wish I were better at it. I just am thankful to God that he is doing in spite of me. I just keep trying to see where he might like to work and make an introduction. I'm comfortable doing that and he does the rest in ways that are way beyond me.
Now you are up to speed on where I am at. Tomorrow is Tuesday and a strong possibility I'll be moved. God knows I am more than wiling to stay if he wants to do more with me here. If you hear I have gone somewhere other than Duluth, please realize that it is ok with me. I'd rather be in a difficult place in the center of God's purpose than in a "club Fed" not finding purpose.
I am not so strong as it might appear. If God would let me go two days without seeing his hand I might get pretty crabby and complain. God hasn't done that. I am seeing his appointments multiple times per day. He is amazing.
In Christ,
Bob
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