She told us about the preacher who had come to the jail.
He was from the first non-hypocritical Church she had ever encountered
He had a real story
About real things.
He was passionate
He had been hurt.
He cried as he spoke.
As he remembered his trial.
His dad, a drunk beating his mom,
And then his life turned around
And now he is a preacher.
She told me that she wanted to go to his church on Sunday
For because of him, she thought, for the first time, that maybe, maybe there was hope.
Maybe there was hope for her in the midst of all she had gone through.
Since he had been able to change so much,
Maybe she could change too.