Written by May Solidum (FB)
Setting aside prejudices, I visited a friend in the city jail today who was apprehended early morning for alleged drug pushing. When I saw the small cell with the inmates inside, I remember the time when I was assigned in the prison ministry way back 1998-1999. With the many different immersions and ministries I experienced, from the Pampanga farmers to the laguna de bay fisherfolks, prostituted women, orphanages, payatas families, informal settlers, youth ministry, mental health patients, lepers, orthopaedic patients, I can say the prison ministry was by far the most difficult one for me. I remember walking inside the Quezon City jail and a year later walking inside the Cagayan de Oro city jail and I always had that feeling of deadfulness. My religious community and religious superiors would always tell me to process my feelings.
Today, when I saw the inmates up close sharing a small cell, I had mix feelings. That feeling of dread once again. I wanted to say something to my friend but I did not know what to say. I instead listened and in doing so I realized that life indeed is a mystery. To live this mystery is a choice and every choice comes with responsibility.
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