A beautiful summer day in Senoia, Georgia, on the highly groomed campus of A Better Way Ministries. The white houses seemed to spring up from the perfectly groomed grass, while each tree was perfectly encircled with fresh pine needles. There was an azalea bloom smell in the air. Every landscaping option that displayed order, beauty, and discipline was in view, including the men who lived there. As if a universal script had been written, at the exact same time, men began filing out of each building in single file, well-groomed, nicely dressed, all walking to the same destination. Saturday night chapel. 5:30 sharp, the service began. Men shared praise stories from their journeys through the 18-month program. Then, the worship music began. It was beautiful and humbling at the same time. I was there by invitation to hear a speaker and meet some of the men. About three weeks ago, approximately 80 men were given a copy of my book, Wake Up to Die Again, and began a weekly men’s study using the book. Standing in the back row, I joined in singing the worship songs while my thoughts wandered to a comment from one of the men on the ministry's website. “One of the loneliest, most painful places a man can find himself is in a cold, dark prison cell. It is a place very few ever intended to go. Young boys dream of growing up to be policemen, firemen, cowboys, anything but convicts or inmates. But, because some of us could not stay within boundaries, we found ourselves in too deep. What…
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