Sunday Evening June 12: I just left the prison chapel and I must bear witness to what I saw and heard.
I heard the Good News about the Miracle Worker from Galilee who stood up in the synagogue one Sabbath day and declared that He had come to proclaim good news to the poor, set the captive free, give sight to the blind, and bring freedom to the oppressed.
He promised to completely transform people's lives.
And countless millions have testified in the 2,000 years since that day, that yes, He actually does bring about the very transformation He promised. The preacher this evening testified that it happened to him 35 years ago.
As sat there listening, I thought about what happened to me 35 years ago, and how He is still patiently helping me change.
Jesus is Who He said he was, no doubt about it!!
Tonight the preacher very clearly and very simply preached deliverance from sin, salvation from hell, and the hope of heaven for all who surrender to Jesus.
I also witnessed tonight that men still have a hunger to be changed. The preacher issued an open eye invitation for all who wanted to receive Jesus or re-dedicate their lives to Him. About 30-40 men stepped forward.
Please join with me in praying for these men, that every one of them could enter into true faith and repentance and a joyful life with Christ.
For all who are weary, overwhelmed and discouraged, and hardly able to go on, Jesus knows and cares!
FCC Petersburg Low
Kenneth L Miller 08464-082
P.O. Box 1000
Petersburg, VA 23804
A lot of people have been praying that I could get a leave to attend my daughter's wedding on June 11. The other day I was informed by the prison staff that my request for a leave was denied. It seems that due to the nature of my offense I'm not able to get "community release status."
Of course I was sad about that, and the tears came. But due to the joy of the upcoming occasion, I couldn't stay sad very long. Neither would I want anyone else's joy to be in the least bit dampened just because I can't be there.
God heard our prayers. And His answer was "no." We remember that His ways are infinitely higher than our ways and He often doesn't give us what we want because He has something better in mind. In His good time we will understand better.
I'm not upset at the FBOP or the prison staff either. They are just doing their job, a job worthy of our prayers.
But there are a couple of things I'd like to say.
God's design for marriage, family, and human sexuality stands as strong as ever. Judicial rulings, government legislation, and personal choice may attempt to find alternatives to God's created order. But all such attempts will ultimately be exposed for what they are--revolt against the Living God of Heaven--and will be judged as such.
I am also so happy to declare God's transforming power available for all of us poor sinners who surrender to Jesus in faith and repentance.
I am positively thrilled that God has led my daughter and a wonderful godly man together and that the two of them are absolutely committed to one another for life, come what may.
June 10 (The day prior to our daughter's wedding) marks 27 years since Linda and I joined our lives together by the grace of God. We join countless millions who testify to the goodness of God's amazing plan. Click here to read “Twenty-Five Years Together.”
So it's my wish that this time could be an occasion for the whole world to glorify the goodness of God and His wonderful plan for marriage and family.
Now that would make my day!
Ken has a fellow prisoner who is a very sincere Christian, and gets almost no mail. He would love to correspond with someone. If you feel led to correspond with this man, please drop me a note here with your address. Preferably it should be a church address or PO box, instead of a personal home address. Thanks, Darrell
Peace and blessings to all in Jesus Christ!
LESSONS FROM GOD'S CREATURES
Today I had a close encounter with one of God's special creatures. I was sitting comfortably under a shade tree with my bare feet stretched out in front of me, engrossed in a book. A couple of men were sitting at a picnic table near me. The table rests on a concrete pad which has a hollowed out space underneath it.
I was interrupted from my reverie with "You'd better hold real still, Miller." I looked up, and about 8 feet from me was a black and white furry critter heading straight toward me. Again the advice from the picnic table, "If I was you, I'd hold read still." I WAS me, and I felt the urge to bolt. But to extricate myself from my comfortable position meant moving fast. I was sure my approaching friend could move faster. So in the interests of self-preservation, I stayed motionless. But my heart pounded.
Mr. Skunk came right up to my bare feet, and I felt the tickle of his gentle black nose as he sniffed my feet for about 30 seconds. Then he turned tail and ambled back to his hole under the picnic table. I breathed again.
A couple of the guys joked about the smell of Miller's feet driving the skunk away. Could be. If so, it was the first time I beat a skunk at his own game.
A lesson: Perhaps God was reminding me that it's best to face our problems rather than run from them. Running from problems almost guarantees we'll face them later at unexpected times. Just ask a certain relative of mine.
As a young girl, she ran behind the house to get away from an approaching skunk. Alas, she learned that a problem evaded is not a problem eliminated. Because as she rounded the far corner of the house, she encountered the same skunk. Running too fast to stop, she executed an artful leap right over the puzzled critter, who kept right on going his way.
That story has become part of the Miller family lore.
The second encounter happened as I was enjoying the camaraderie at the pavilion this evening. A fellow inmate was feeding the birds. He opened a Little Debbie snack and put some crumbs into his open hand. A lowly sparrow hopped onto his fingers and began to pluck morsels right off his hand. What struck me most was the look of great pleasure on the face of my fellow inmate as he fed that little bird a few feet from where I was sitting. It was a look full of tenderness, even love. That look of sublime pleasure reminded me that our Heavenly Father derives great pleasure in helping us, who are of "more value than many sparrows."
How it must grieve Him when we take our eyes off His super-abundant provisions and focus on our needs and problems. That's a sure way to sink down, as walking-on-the-water Peter would attest. Of course life is full of problems and we must face them (see skunk story above). But thank God, we can face them walking beside Him, with one hand in His and His peace in our hearts! (Isaiah 40:11b, Philippians 4:4-7)
Picture the look of pleasure on His face when we reach out to take of His provisions!
Thanks again to all of God's people for your love and prayers,
Dear Friends in Jesus Christ,
I'm sitting here at my bunk slicing off generous slabs of mozzarella cheese, piling it on saltine crackers. This, along with a peanut butter and jelly tortilla, plus a pack of mackerel and more saltines, was my supper. Oh, yes jalapenos also. With the alternative being "chicken spaghetti" over at the chow hall, I decided to have my own supper. Overall, the food isn't bad, but sometimes one wishes for more variety in the menu.
I already look forward to a hearty country breakfast of eggs, bacon, home fries and toast. That breakfast is now two months closer by the grace of God!
Since the beginning of my incarceration two months ago, I've received many, many cards and letters. While I can't seem to answer each one, please know that each is a treasure. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the outpouring of support in letters, finances and most of all, prayer. My family is so grateful also for all the support at their end. Our home church, Pilgrim Fellowship, has stood by our family in countless ways. May all of you Pilgrims, especially, be blessed!
God has been so good to me here. I've gotten to know quite a few of my fellow inmates by name. It's a huge blessing to find a place of belonging and fellowship, particularly among God's men. A group of about 15 men from both the protestant group and the messianic group meets once a week for prayer. These men are very sincere believers and this time of prayer (much of it silent prayer) is a huge blessing. If anyone has a prayer need you'd like for us to pray about, drop me a line and we can have these prayer warriors in here get to work. We've also started to team up in two's and pray around the track as we walk. That would be a great time to pray for your needs as well.
A friend from New York sent me transcripts of an interview with a Romanian Brother named Roman Braga who suffered 11 years in prison during the communist era, some of it in solitary confinement. He escaped to freedom he said, INSIDE the communist prison. "Those... who believed in God discovered for themselves that true freedom is inside, it's not outside. In solitary confinement I discovered communion with God, with Christ, in the interior, in prayer and conversation with God; true freedom. The communists could not control that!"
This brother experienced this reality: "If the SON sets you free, you will be free indeed." Can the SOUL who is truly united with Christ be imprisoned? No more than you can put Christ Himself in prison!
The other day while standing in line waiting for a door to be opened, I overheard a sad story. An inmate who had spent 42 years in the prison system was about to be released. About a year before his release date, he discovered he had inoperable cancer, and would soon die. He had nowhere to go on the outside. He begged the prison to allow him to stay and die there, the only place he knew. But the FOB couldn't help him. As he came to the day of his release he told everyone, "Watch the news! Watch the news!" Sure enough on the day of his release, there was a bulletin on the Richmond evening news. An old man who had just been released from Petersburg, was arrested for robbing a bank across the street from the bus station where prison staff had dropped him off some hours before. The news showed a stoop-shouldered elderly man being led away in shackles, on his way prison. He got his wish.
As my fellow inmate was telling this story, he gestured toward the cell in which this old man stayed just before his release-- about 20 feet from where I stood. As I pondered this tragic story, I saw a spiritual lesson.
One of the greatest tragedies in the world is when people return to the bondage of sin---and die there. Why do they go back? Maybe people go back to that prison because they like it, and it's the only life they know. But maybe they return because nobody on the outside cares enough to take them in.
Think about it.
Federal Correctional Center