Journey of Faith

I was sent to the gas chamber

I begrudgingly packed up all my stuff AGAIN and moved to my new cell. My new roommate seemed nice enough but was upset that she was losing her current one. (Oh well lady, I’m not excited either). This move was part of the 14+ times i would move from July-February. Once, I get settled again my new cellie and I hit it off pretty well. She too was a Christian, and we ended up spending a lot of our time watching Joyce Myers and other televangelists. If we weren’t doing that, we were coloring or reading. The bad thing about living in a cell vs an open unit is that you have your toilet/sink in the room with you. That creates a bonus during the night when you have to pee, but it’s not so great when one of you has to “go”. Eventually you learn to get over it, do what you need to do. Unfortunately for me, this girl was full of noxious gas! All day long, morning, noon and night she would pass gas. It smelled terrible and finally I had to say something. Those who know me, know that I’m not one to just let you have it. This took a while for me to finally ask her nicely to figure something out. She claimed they gave her something to help it but that it didn’t. I said to her that I can’t understand how she was just doing it constantly. It was to the point where I felt it was forced rather than out of necessity. After a few times of asking she did finally start going to the door and trying to let loose by the door so it could escape. The other alternative was to sit on the toilet and flush it. (You figure these things out). So why am I telling you about someone passing gas? I truly believe that God had a purpose for everyone he put in my path. Sometimes, I believe it was for me to build my patience. I learned through this process that my patience wasn’t always the best. As Christians we should try to be patient and kind. I know that I am not always a patient person. The way that things are today, it doesn’t help matters. Society and technology have made us want instant gratification. I had to learn that our timing is not God’s timing. When we pray things like, “why Lord did you put me in here with this lady?”, it’ for us to figure out along the way. Sometimes it’s not about the other person but showing us our own faults that we need to fix. Through this process, I learned to try to look at things from another person’s perspective. I don’t know what these people went through in life, who beat them down, or who bullied them, etc. I don’t know anything about them at all. I think, if we all took a little bit of time to get to know someone before judging them saying “how gross” something is, or “you’re disgusting”, put yourself in that position before speaking. What would you want to hear? I know, easier said than done. This lady and I did end up hitting it off. We had many conversations about God, the Bible, and one time she broke down crying and asked me to pray with her. Sometimes, as a Christian we might be the only Bible someone may ever hear. We might be the one thing that brings them back to God or pushes them further away. I tried every day to be a light onto other’s path in this dark, God forsaken place!