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Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts

Friday, June 26, 2026

Adoniram Judson

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THE STORY OF A GREAT MISSIONARY- ADONIRAM JUDSON

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Just as the Judsons sat down to supper on June 8, 1824, the door of the mission house flew open, and a dozen Burmese officials rushed in!

“You are called by the king!” said the officer—the dreaded Burmese words spoken at the arrest of a criminal. Immediately, the Spotted Face seized Adoniram, threw him roughly to the floor, and wrapped a metal chain around his arms so tightly that blood began to flow.

Adoniram was dragged to the dreaded Le May-yoon, or “death prison,” where three pairs of iron fetters were riveted to his ankles. Dirty and bleeding from the fetters, Judson was thrown into a dark prison cell along with one hundred other prisoners. The stench of unwashed bodies, rotting food, and human excrement was unbearable, and Adoniram retched from the smell alone!

“Horror of horrors, what a sight!” Judson wrote later. “Never to my dying day shall I forget the scene: a dim lamp in the midst, just making darkness visible, and discovering to my horrified gaze sixty or seventy wretched objects, some in long rows made fast in the stocks, some strung on long poles, some simply fettered; but all sensible of a new acquisition of misery in the approach of a new prisoner.”

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As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he saw Gouger; Dr. Price; a Scotsman, Captain Laird; and several other white foreigners already fettered in a corner of the room. Prison, deprivation, and the unceasing threat of death would be their companions for the next seventeen months!

“He that  loveth his life shall lose it, and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto eternal life” (John 12:25 KJV). Never had this Scripture seemed more real to Adoniram than now.

Each day, at three o’clock in the afternoon, a powerful gong would resonate through the outside courtyard; the guards would march into the deathly quiet room and approach one or two prisoners. Without a word, the chosen ones would follow the guards out of the room, shuffling in their iron fetters to their executions. Each day, the question hung in the air, which prisoners would be chosen next?Ann visited as many government officials as possible throughout the long months of imprisonment, pleading for Adoniram’s release.

Finally, the governor of Ava agreed to see Ann and expressed some sympathy: “I cannot release them from their fetters or from prison, but I can try to make them more comfortable.” But the weeks wore on and nothing changed. With each visit, Adoniram looked more like the living dead.

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Daily, the prisoners heard the guards sharpening their knives for beheadings or talking of hangings in the courtyard. And, daily, Ann arrived with food, reports from the outside, and encouragement for the desolate men.

One morning, the officials informed Ann, “We will be visiting your house tomorrow.” Ann hurried home to hide valuables before they arrived. “I secreted as many little articles as possible,” she wrote later, “together with considerable silver, as I knew, if the war should go on, we should be in a state of starvation without it.”

Carefully carrying the bag of silver to bury in the backyard, Ann remembered their greatest treasure and ran back into the house. She wrapped Judson’s completed manuscript of the Burmese New Testament in a piece of muslin. Ann would not let ten years of Adoniram’s hard work be destroyed in a moment! She buried the bag and prayed for God’s divine protection over the contents.

At the prison, in hushed whispers, she told her husband what she had done. He praised her ingenuity, but they knew that the manuscript would not survive underground. Digging it up in the dark of night, Ann followed Adoniram’s directions. She sewed the manuscript into an old, hard pillow and brought it to him in the death prison. For the next few months, Adoniram slept each day with his head securely nestled on the Word of God.  Keeping Adoniram Alive!

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The next months were a blur of petitions, pleadings, and dashed hopes. Ann’s work to free the prisoners and to provide for their needs was relentless. For a short time, she and Adoniram were permitted to spend a few hours a day together in a small hut in the prison yard—a blessing, since she was eight months pregnant. But then, without warning, the hut was destroyed, and the white foreigners were sent to the dark inner prison. The guards ripped Adoniram’s pillow away with no idea of the treasure it held.

Despite Adoniram’s agony in prison, God was faithful to move on the hearts of Burmese officials to keep him alive!  The war had been going badly for the Burmese. Panic reached the city of Ava as the British army approached the capital. 

On November 5, 1825, the long-awaited orders finally came. A treaty had been signed! Adoniram was released from prison! The little Judson family, all three of them emaciated and ill from seventeen months of sacrifice, was transported to the capital so Adoniram could translate government documents. Their bodies were nearly depleted of all strength, but their hearts were full of joy!

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Adoniram was still a prisoner of the Burmese government, but he was allowed to go to his house in Ava with Ann and little Maria. There, a miracle was waiting for them! Moung Ing had found Adoniram’s old pillow lying discarded in the prison yard. Carrying it home, Ing was astounded to discover the hidden treasure inside—the Burmese New Testament had been protected from discovery or destruction, purely by the grace of God! Adoniram was moved to tears by God’s goodness in the midst of the cruel persecution they had suffered.

In March 1826, Adoniram was finally released to the English; overcome with joy, he wrote, “It was on a cool, moonlight evening, in the month of March that, with hearts filled with gratitude to God and overflowing with joy at our prospects, we passed down the Irrawaddy, accompanied by all we had on earth. Our feelings continually soared: What shall we render to the Lord for all His benefits toward us?”

After all of this pain and suffering, the Judsons were still serving God and one another; they were a living testimony to the value Christian couples should place on their commitment to God and to each other. Their marriage covenant was consecrated to Him and not prone to the breakups we see so often today due to selfishness on the part of one or both parties.

- God’s Generals' ( The Missionaries )

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Friday, December 6, 2024

Bubba And The Potato Field

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Contributed by Greg Buchner from an unknown source.

Text: John 14:6

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 Bubba and the potato field

An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was backbreaking work, and his son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison.

The old man mentioned it in a letter he sent to his son by saying, “I’m not sure exactly what to do. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. It looks like I won’t be able to plant that garden this year after all.”

A few days later, he received a short letter from his son, “Dad, For heaven’s sake, don’t dig up that garden that’s where I buried the bodies!”

At 4 a.m. the next morning, a crew of police officers, and the FBI arrived to find the bodies. After digging for hours, they gave up and apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

“Dear Dad, under these circumstances, that’s the best I can do, go ahead and plant your potatoes now.”

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Sometimes we are like the stubborn earth that stands in the way of experiencing a completely transformed life in Jesus Christ. Instead of being willing to trust, to take direction, and to accept the rewards Christ offers. We remain a potential garden…a potential garden in need of resurrection…a potential garden that needs to find the way, the truth, and the life…a potential garden just waiting to accept the victory that’s found in Jesus Christ.

William James Roop

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

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Friday, November 22, 2024

Catfish And A Testimony

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Text:  2 Timothy 1:8.

My wife and I traveled about an hour southeast to the little town of Patterson, Louisiana.  We had gone their to help with a ministers luncheon.  The fish fry luncheon we hold yearly for the local ministers for fun and fellowship.  It was August and was oppressively hot and humid outside, and the mosquitoes were revengeful! 

My wife had baked some deserts the night before; brownees, pecan miniature pies, and coconut miniature pies. We brought them into the kitchen and she started helping Sister Suzy.  I went outside under the big oak tree with Brother Bass to assist him in frying the catfish.  

Brother Bass was a short white man who was probably in his late sixties in failing health.  He revealed that he had COPD and had trouble breathing. But, in spite of that he kept active.  In the back of his pick-up was a three burner propane rig for frying fish.  He had three frying pans, but the middle burner did not work this morning. But two burners would be enough for ten pounds of catfish.

We set up everything and ended up with a little extra time, so we started to visit a bit.  I mentioned that I was a retired truck driver, and Brother Bass replied that he started out driving trucks in Georgia, where he was born and raised. 

Then he mentioned that he switched to armed robbery and burglarizing houses and business.  I was a bit taken aback by that statement!  He said that he was eventually caught by law enforcement in Florida, where he robbed several place there.  


The authorities in Florida offered to give him a hundred-year sentence if he plead guilty. They said if he was found guilty by trial it would be a hundred and fifteen year sentence.  Brother Bass told them that their wasn't much of a difference between the two sentences, so he chose the trial!

He was put on trial and found guilty of all charges and was placed into the custody of the Florida Department of Corrections for a period of 115 years!  But they did give him the possibility of parole in the future.  So he did have some kind of hope for the future.  

He was sent to a prison in Raymondville, Florida call the "Rock," because it was a maximum security prison that had a death row wing.  It was were all of hard core criminals did their time.  After about five years of good behaviour, he was then transferred to a prison in Madisonville, Florida, which was a medium security prison.  The years slowly dragged on.

In the meantime Brother Bass was given a Bible to read, among all of the other books of the prison library.  He read it and enjoyed it. He asked the prison librarian, a fellow prisoner, if he could keep it permanently. The prison librarian did much care for Christian wanna-bes, so re refused.  


After daily pestering, the librarian finally said that if he could memorize 1 Corinthians 13, then he could keep the Bible permanently.  Brother Bass memorized it and repeated it to the librarian, with a scrawl on his face he blurted out, "Okay, you can keep it!"  

Brother Bass was now a Christian, a baby Christian, but saved in Christ and slowly growing in faith.  A few more years passed and he was informed that he was up for parole!  After an interview was conducted he was rejected with the phrase, "no change!"  Brother Bass was devastated but accepted it as the Lord's will.

The next year he had another parole hearing, this time during the interview, the asked about his Christian life and the positive change in his life.  Brother Bass replied that he didn't want to use his new faith to get himself out of prison.  He informed the interviewer that if the Lord wanted him out of prison, He would make it happen without anyone's help!

A little over six months later Brother Bass was paroled from prison!  He said that the Lord must have softened up the hearts of the parole board to have him released so early.  Brother Bass said that he served only 13 years of the 115 year sentence!


Well, after he finished sharing his interesting story, I looked down at my watch, and noticed that the fish had better get to frying!  We happily double-timed it and got the fish to cooking.  The ministers luncheon went well, and everyone raved about the fish.  Nothing like catfish and a testimony!

William James Roop

Hospice Care and Dying

The Trucking Tango

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Wednesday, April 5, 2023

In Jail For Jesus' Sake

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Here is a story written by Henry McLain for the Azusa Street newspaper in Los Angeles, California in 1906. It's his personal testimony when arrested for street preaching.


When I first went down to Whittier from Los Angeles, as soon as I got on the streetcar to go down, it seemed the power of God came on me, and all the time I was there and during the trial in the courtroom I felt the power of God.  I could hardly sit on my chair in the courtroom.  I knew it was all in the order of the Lord for me to be arrested and put in jail.  The Lord wonderfully used me.  I never had such power of God on me as when I was in that jail.

As soon as we we would come in after supper, after working on the chain gang during the day shoveling dirt, I would get my Bible and call the men into the big room and the Lord gave me their tongue, the Spanish language.  I did not have that tongue, until I went into the jail. 

 As I would talk with them, the tears would run down their faces.  There was not one of them but was weeping bitterly.  Then when I went into my little cell, after I got done preaching, two or three of them would come in and talk with me a long while.  Most of the men were from Mexico. Two or three could talk English and they could interpret English for the others.  I did not know what I was saying in tongues, except as they interpreted for me. 

 When I was preaching to them in tongues, I read the 55th chapter of Isaiah to them in the Spanish language, with my Bible in my hand, but I did not know the chapter, nor that I had read it until they told me.  I never had the Lord use me so much before as in jail.  It seemed wave after wave of power would run over me.  There was hardly a night I would sleep more than an hour or two.  The Lord was giving me messages to give them.. Bless His holy name.

William James Roop

Roop-Crappell Ministries

Hospice Care and Dying

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