I’m a second.
I learned of my “second” position when the Chaplain over the jail ministry introduced me as “a second,” meaning, I’m a substitute or stand-in. I’m the token woman helper when “real” servants don’t show up. I’m a stranger to the groups I come along to serve. They don’t know me; therefore, don’t trust me. Yet I show up so the girls living inside jail cells have a female to talk with. But, I serve last after everyone else in the group.
Usually, I serve silently.
Silence is golden.
And the truly beautiful thing?
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