My Joseph Journey – The Inmates
I have always been a people watcher, but no mall, school, airport, or ComicCon could ever prepare me for the characters I'd get to watch in prison. [...]
My Joseph Journey
In this series, Phil reflects on his two years as a Christian in prison and how it influenced his faith and marriage. As a devoted follower of Christ before, during, and after his prison experience, Phil often finds his experience compared with the classic story of Joseph in the book of Genesis. Here, he relates various aspects of the experience, from the food to the church and how each affected his walk.
My Joseph Journey – The Brothers
Prior to my prison sentence, I was a part of a vibrant, healthy, biblical church. Vibrant leaders led our church who were well-trained in theology and focused on integrity [...]
My Joseph Journey – Prison Food
It seems silly to comment on prison food, but you'd be surprised. There's a lot to be said about the overall experience. [...]
My Joseph Journey – The Prison Staff
I use the term prison staff to keep the label deliberately ambiguous. Most outsiders would simply call them “guards” collectively. Most insiders call them [...]
My Joseph Journey – Introduction
A Christian in Prison It’s a new year, so let’s start things out with a bang. I’m a felon. Yeah, that’s right. I committed a crime. And got caught. I [...]
My Joseph Journey – The Isolation
Was it lonely in prison? You're never alone, but being alone is not a prerequisite for being lonely. Thankfully God was with me. [...]
My Joseph Journey – The Prison Routine
In my Joseph Journey, I learned that a prison routine was an inmate's best friend, but that's not always a good thing for believers. [...]
My Joseph Journey – The Jobs and the Hustles
In prison, everyone has a job. But it's your hustle on the side that is where the "real money" gets made by the aspiring entrepreneur. [...]
My Joseph Journey – The Lesson
The lesson I learned from prison involved justice, but it wasn't what I expected. [...]
My Joseph Journey – The Filth
When I was a child, my parents took me to a local race track with a communal urinal full of yellowed ice and the fetid bugs that had fallen from the fluorescent frivolity [...]