It's time to go to prison. No, I haven’t robbed any banks or harmed anyone. It’s mentoring time, and tonight is a big night for the women who will spend yet another Christmas away from everyone they love. Their reasons for being there vary, and many of them will never again know another family circle gathered around a decorated tree lined with gifts or a dinner table filled with favorite dishes enjoyed for generations.
But this is their time to experience the joy of the season and celebrate as one large group. I watch as they enjoy their favorite goodies and trade or share with those around them. I listen as they sing a humorous arrangement of The Twelve Days of Christmas and as one of the mentorees plays a drum solo of “Wipe Out.” A simple game of musical chairs with those who choose to join in is filled with squeals and clattering metal. A couple of rock ‘n roll Christmas songs bring about an impromptu bunny hop line and some dance steps from decades ago.
will be called
Might God, Eternal Father,
Prince of Peace."