If, by and through my evangelical letter-writing to prison inmates [ see prison letters ], it appeared to anyone that I intended to claim round-the-clock righteousness, let me clarify my intentions by saying that I'm human, fragile and weak in regards to matters higher than I. That fact, which is easy to see if you read my other posts to this blog, should have prevented any such misconception; but, if it didn't, let me kill it now by saying that, just as any human being in dire straits—whether a prisoner or a demoniac—I need support. Mail sent from California state prisons bear a stamp on the outer envelope, indicating its origin I believe you have to give to get, and that's the reason for writing these letters (and, in particular, this latest one); I'm offering support in exchange for same, and am committing to being that support in the hopes that making such a commitment will oblige me to stay on the straight-and-narrow. The reason for publishing these lett
My inevitable demise, daily.