Saved in a Jail Cell

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Saved in a Jail Cell

Editor’s note: Casey Diaz was a violent gangbanger whose crimes had caught up to him landing not only in jail but in solitary confinement. Now, Casey can not quit sharing his story of how God saw him, knew him, and never ever forgot him… even in a lonely prison cell. Today’s excerpt is from his new book, The Shot Caller, in which he tells the shocking story of his violent youth and the miraculous moment he decided to give His life to God and turn into a new man. Casey’s story showcases the really like of God and that no one particular — no one particular — is also far gone for the saving grace of Jesus!

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“What’s salvation?”

The chaplain took his time explaining to me the idea of salvation, which is that Christ’s death on the Cross and subsequent resurrection saved me from God’s judgment of sin — sin that had separated me from God. Rather of experiencing the consequence of sin, which was death, I had the assurance of being aware of that when I died I would have eternal life with Christ.

The chaplain seemed extremely excited about me. He gave me a Gideon Bible, with the King James translation. This certain Bible consisted of the New Testament and the book of Psalms and the book of Proverbs from the Old Testament.

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When I returned to my cell, I study that Bible inside and out. If I was awake, I was reading one particular of the Gospels or one particular of the Epistles. I went to sleep reading my Bible and when I’d wake up, I’d uncover that I’d slept suitable on major of it.

Each hour I was awake, I was reading that Bible. I’d devote 5, six hours reading, then fall asleep, wake up, do some push-ups and calisthenics, and get back to reading from exactly where I left off. I didn’t realize half of what I was reading, but that didn’t even bother me. Neither did the thees and thous that sounded so foreign to me. Even although I didn’t rather realize the message, I knew that what ever I was reading created me really feel excellent.

Various weeks right after I received the Gideon Bible, I stopped reading. I looked about my bare cell, pondering. Then I heard God’s voice speak to me. He stated, When you get out of right here, you are going to collect your homies collectively and inform them that you want practically nothing to do with the gang life any longer since you are a Christian.

“Okay,” I replied. “I will do that.”

I took God’s path to imply that I would say that to gang leaders right after I got paroled, but that was a lengthy way off since I nonetheless had a lot more than seven years left on my sentence.

A couple of days later, I was in my cell, reading my Bible. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Abruptly, and unexpectedly, my gate opened, which had never ever occurred prior to in that manner.

You have to realize that in the globe of incarceration, there is no such protocol. The method is the method. They never ever break the method. They never ever open a prisoner’s gate till they’ve come to the wicket and told you to step all the way to the back of the cell, get on your knees, cross your legs, place your hands behind your head, and interlace your fingers. That is how it was completed each and every single time my cell was about to be opened.

For my gate to abruptly open like that didn’t entirely freak me out, but it was weird. I looked up from my chair and saw the warden and the CO gang coordinator who greeted me when I arrived from Delano, the exact same two who told me they had been going to make certain that I served the rest of my time in the SHU, in solitary.

The warden spoke very first. “I do not know why we’re carrying out this, but we’re going to place you in mainline,” he stated.

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Mainline. That meant I would leave solitary confinement and be transferred to the principal prison population to serve the rest of my sentence with other prisoners.

I didn’t say something. I was also stunned to react since this wasn’t supposed to occur. I had been thrown in “the hole” and was supposed to keep in solitary for at least seven a lot more years to finish my twelve-year, eight-month sentence.

“When am I going to mainline?” I asked, afraid to get my hopes also higher.

“Right now.”

There was practically nothing to pack. I had the garments on my back, the shortest toothbrush in the globe, and my valuable Bible. A couple of minutes later, one particular of the guards delivered a fresh set of state blue jeans, a white T-shirt, a pair of socks, and sneakers. I changed into the new garb, grabbed my Bible, but left my toothbrush behind.

Inside twenty minutes, I was processed into the B yard and a Level IV unit with two dozen males. Two COs escorted me to my new cell, which was empty.

For a moment, I would have a cell to myself.

I looked about at my new residence and believed about how a great deal my life had changed in the final half hour. Then I remembered what God had told me: When you get out of right here, you are going to collect your guys collectively and inform them that you want practically nothing to do with the gang life any longer since you are a Christian.

My heart was prepared. I knew that declaring I no longer wanted to be a gang member meant that I was forfeiting my life. I was conscious of that, but I was prepared to do what ever He wanted me to do.

Even if my actions got me killed.

Excerpted with permission from The Shot Caller by Casey Diaz, copyright Casey Diaz.

Hear Casey’s extraordinary tesimony

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Your Turn

Have you ever wondered if an individual you really like is also far gone to meet Jesus and be saved? Possibly they’re addicted to drugs, or living on the street, or partying each and every evening, or just ignorant of how a great deal God loves them. Maintain praying! And let Casey’s outstanding, spirit-filled story of salvation encourage you in your prayers. Come share your thoughts with us on our weblog. We want to hear from you! ~ Devotionals Each day

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