I Was on Death Row

“For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;” Rom. 3:23

The strong, muscular black man, just cleaned up and dried off from washing up, his skin still bristling with dew-like water drops, stuck one of his big hands through the slat and reached out to grab hold of one of my small wrinkled hands to tuck it firmly, safely, gently inside its warmth. Then he extended his other hand through the slat to press lovingly into its fold the hand of the self-proclaimed skinny white guy beside...