Thursday, September 29, 2022

Sweeter after Difficulties

 

Each day is a new beginning. I know that the only way to live my life is to try to do what is right, to take the long view, to give of my best in all that the day brings, and to put my trust in God ~ Queen Elizabeth

Distressfully blazing hot summer months and another 100 days in prison have come and gone. During the summers of 2013-2019 I was warehoused at the State owned and DOC operated Crabtree facility, in far northwest Oklahoma, where there was no air-conditioning and July through September felt like 90+ days of hell flamed misery. Sleeping was difficult, and while we had an operable window in our cell to provide some limited relief, the tradeoff was the thin veil of crimson dust that lacquered everything in your cell each morning. The only respite from the heat were the hours I spent at work. The summers of 2020 and 2021 were spent at Cushing and Lawton respectively. These for-profit privately-owned facilities complied with Federal regulations and were air conditioned. However, due to covid and security issues, we only went outside, out of doors, maybe 50 times total in two years. In 2021 the state-run facilities finally were forced to comply with Federal regulations and installed heat/air conditioning in all their units inside of all its facilities. When I was moved to the state owned and DOC operated Lawton facility on 12-17-2021 they had a brand-new HVAC system that was running at peak efficiency. The dry heat roasted us in the winter, and blessedly, during this summer of 2022 the air conditioning in my chattle stall has left me quite often chilled to the core.

Ultraviolet rays have turned my skin very brown the past 100+ days of summer, kept a water bottle in my hands at all times, and drove us all inside from 4-7 o'clock. I do not know how inmates previously sequestered at this facility survived these Oklahoma summers. These units are built like human kilns. The individual cells are very compact. The windows are not built to be opened. Former Inmates for decades had to have quite literally baked in their cells. What this state did to its former incarcerates prior to a/c was truly inhumane. The physical and mental torture caused by the oppressive summer heat was most definitely cruel and unusual. I understand the need for incarceration. We will always need prisons. However, being incarcerated in a prison, removed from society, IS the  punishment for a crime. Being treated as less than human whether in nutritional standards, the gross neglect of mental, emotional, and educational enrichment, verbal abuse and power trips, or substandard living accommodations (including no a/c) is just plain wrong and un-Christ like.

Lawton has huge benefits over other yards, one of my favorites being the ability to accomplish a daily run on a proper flat surface. I ran almost everyday while at Crabtree, despite the broiling summer heat and bone chilling winter cold. At Cushing and Lawton, I did the best I could to "run" inside my unit, often just up and down the stairs. It has been such a blessing to be able to run again while at Granite. Prior to the Main Yard being opened up during the day, running inside of the cramped self-contained Unit yard was a challenge involving 12 hard corners every one eighth of a mile lap. Once they opened the Main Yard  in May I've been able to easily go 5-6 miles a day during the summer. I've completed three miles each morning while praying, and then another 2-3 each afternoon with a sobriety group to encourage them in their recovery(A).

Crabtree had a janky track that made a daily outing feel more like rugged trail running rather than moving forward along a static path. The Crabtree track morphed and shifted after every downpour or strong wind sweepin' down the plain. It left you covered with a souvenir coating of red dust each time you ran. The main yard at Granite has a paved quarter mile run with long straightaways. It makes for a physically safer, more stable, and even keeled surface for this 54-year-old. However, during my afternoon run especially, the raw cement was scorching hot. On June 30th I bought a new pair of OKDOC Rawling's shoes. By August 30th they were worn out. After only 300 miles the soles were literally broken in half, the shoe bodice was melting away from its sole, and because I was sweating so much and that sweat was pooling at my feet, the cardboard reinforcing the inner cushion had rotted through. I had to do some inmate rehab on them to extend their life. By September 26th there was no more I could do to continue to fix them. Thankfully, OKDOC had recently approved a new Nike running shoe. I hated spending so much money on another pair of shoes so soon, but they have made a big difference to the health of my feet, knees, and hips.

I ran so consistently over the summer, to the point of melting the shoes right off of my feet, that I was given the moniker "runnin' man". I enjoyed my three-mile private morning prayer time, but even more so the 3 p.m. runs supporting the men seeking sobriety. Rather, I enjoyed the walk-and-talk cool down sessions after the midday sobriety run in the oppressive heat as we opened up genuinely and honestly about the hurts, habits, and hangups we were facing and the alternatives to imbibing in the behaviors that we know aren't the best for us. Ironically, I hate running! I hate sit-ups and burpees! But I give of my best and just do it anyway. Even when it hurts, I give of my best and just do it anyway. Even when I am tired, I give of my best and just do it anyway. Even when I am not happy about the heat, the sweat, the money spent on shoes, and the pain in my knees, I give of my best and just do it anyway. But I do love helping other brothers explore the roots of their hurts, habits, and hang-ups more than I despise a 100-degree 95 percent humidity run. But I give of my best and just do it anyway.

Unfortunately, one of the things I still struggle to outrun are my vacillating feelings regarding my children. Specifically, my thoughts trying to make senses of why my prodigal told the bitter lies he told, and apparently still stands by them.  I am concerned for him now, for his future life, and most importantly his future time in front of the white throne of judgement. Job tells us that evil is sweet in the mouth [of a liar] but ....it will become venom within him(1). The prophet Isaiah pronounces woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who puts darkness for light and light for darkness, who puts bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter(2). Proverbs warns that fraud tastes sweet(3) and that stolen water is sweet unto death(4). As I run, I often struggle with wondering where I went wrong with him. What might I have done that caused him to turn on me? Where did I fail him? And I pray for him. He confessed Jesus as Lord and Savior when he turned 10. I know his eternal salvation is secure, but his crowns and his rewards certainly seem to be in a diminished condition.

Similarly, I have had those same thoughts about King Jesus these past 3700 days. As I run, I often struggle with wondering where I went wrong with Him. What might I have done that caused Him to turn on me? Where did I fail Him? But I know that those questions are false narratives that Satan just messes with me over. I know where the window is that I left cracked open. I know that my King did not "do this to me", though He most certainly has allowed the lies and liars to rise up and be successful in their evil plots. So, I have to just give of my best and make myself praise, worship, and honor him with my character, conduct, and conversation anyway. Even when it hurts. Even when I am tired. Even when I am not happy about the heat, the sweat, the money spent on shoes, and the pain in my knees, I give of my best and just praise, honor, and worship him anyway. Even though my children have abandoned me I just praise, honor, and worship him anyway. Even though I desperately miss my freedom and full constitutional rights I just praise, honor, and worship him anyway. I trust that my Nazarene King has me listed in His scroll and will soon collect this treasured jewel(5). When difficulties arise or my thoughts turn to defeat, I just give of my best and praise, honor, and worship him anyway.

EXcellence, absolute excellence, in thought or behavior or in the way I praise, honor, and worship is neither expected nor required by our King. Tozier said that just as the excellence of good is its purity, and the excellence of art is its beauty, the excellence of man is its character. Trying to reflect the character, conduct, and conversation of Christ our Nazarene King, especially behind these granite walls, is not always easy, welcomed, or seemingly the strongest hand to play. In a season where so many ministers are separating from their congregations because of retrumplican politics, one thing that has helped me thrive the past 9 months, that has been a strengthening grace actually, is the strong chaplaincy program offered here. Every Sunday communion is offered by a Church of Christ volunteer named Terry Poff. Celebrate Recovery is offered every Tuesday evening and is sponsored by a staff member, her husband Mark Benedict and Scott Devore. We are blessed with consistent volunteers who show up each Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evening. The Edmond based Crossings Church visits every other Sunday to minister (and bring Krispy Kreme donuts). Their church was created with the express intent of supporting inmates and they just built, dedicated, and turned over to the State a brand new million-dollar chapel at the Harp facility. Just as the excellence of a man is shown in his character, the excellence of a ministry is as well.

Along with consistently running the past 100 days I spent the summer reading quite a bit as well. I read two Cassandra Clare trilogies, The Dark Artifices and The Infernal Devices and her six book Mortal Instruments series. I also have utilized the State's vast inter library loan process to continue reading the newest Marvel/Disney Star Wars cannon. These books have offered a grounding refamiliarization with characters whom I have loved since I was 8 years old. I've spent more money on postage to borrow these books than I have on canteen, but I can allow my mind to wander, and I can get lost a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

September saw me refilling the Commutation Packet I had just filed in March, per the request of the Pardon and Parole Board, using their brand-new form and format(C). They wanted some more information and insight into who I am, the perjury of my prodigal Absalom/Kylo, and what my future plans are(6). My Count 2 discharge date is just 24 days away. The Parole Investigator has already had me fill out a Parole Interview Questionnaire. As I read again the Narrative(7) of the circumstances leading to my unjust incarceration and also consider the possibilities of being released I am  continually having to recommit to forgiving my prodigal Absalom. I also begin to realistically contemplate what my life looks like upon my release. I look forward to reintegrating into all aspects of society, including my family, ministry, employment, and social media. However, I do not want to become the victim of doom scrolling rage farmers (8), internet trolls, my own spit gate, or holier than thou pew sitters and Christian Nationalists.

Pedantically, from what I am learning from pod casts(9) and see on television, it seems that most Millennials, my prodigal included (at least the 17–20-year-old version of him that I am last familiar with) can be such emotional hemophiliacs. Christians in general seem so squeamish and touchy right now. I pray that I can muster enough patience, bite my tongue, and be filled with enough grace that I afford myself the opportunity to reassimilate where and when I can, while also standing up for what is right and just. Getting past brainfeel may be the newest challenge for me. The dichotomy between "Nobody's gonna know" and "They're gonna know", requires that I pray for my tongue often. James encourages us, me, to tame the tongue  it can be sweet and salty and corrupt the whole body(10). David reminds me that gracious words were sweet to the soul (11) and I assume that is to my soul, as well as the soul of the recipient, to which that sweet graciousness applies.

Each day is a new beginning. I know that the only way to live my life now, and upon my impending discharge, is to do what is right, merciful, and led by grace. Just as I have done to survive and thrive these past 3700 days, I need to continue to take the long view. I need to be prepared to give of my best in all that the day brings, and to put my trust in God. It is a strategy that worked well for the recently passed Queen Elizabeth. It is a strategy that worked well for Joseph(12) after his weaponized false allegation of assault landed him in prison. It is also a strategy that worked well for Job(13), for Ruth(14), for Mephibosheth(15), for Jehoiachin(16), and will work well for me too. 

Realistically, I know that the first year, or two, after my discharge may be difficult. Everything about my life has to be reestablished. While I've already lived a vibrantly rich and abundantly full life, there are still longings in my heart for the future. Upon my discharge I will be like the survivor of a house fire needing to rebuild from the bottom up including the tangible basics like underwear, deodorant, and hair gel all the way to a job, car, and home. I also don't want to just be an NPC. There are also those ephemeral longings of my heart to be a father, grandfather, and having a sense of purpose that only faith filled service provides. I still have items on my bucket list to cross off(B). Proverbs proclaims that a longing fulfilled is sweet to the soul (17).

I will keep calm and canteen on! I will eventually reach back to the familiarity of strangers that I leave behind and encourage them as they    hang on to hope for their own future. I will eventually speak up for continued criminal justice reform for our state. I will fight for a conviction integrity unit for Tulsa County. I will be grateful for the opportunity to express the true care, compassion, and concern that Jesus Christ has for those who suffer injustice. I will also be grateful for the opportunity to expose the truly prejudicial, political, and predetermined injustices sought by the prosecutors of the Tulsa County District Attorney's Office, injustices adjudicated in Tulsa County Courtrooms, and injustices agreed to by well meaning, but maliciously maligned, manipulated, and marionetted Tulsa County Jurors. Someone must stand up to the injustices wrought in Tulsa County. Someone must stand up to those who, like Potiphar’s wife, so many "Karens", and my Prodigal Absalom, used weaponized false allegations of sexual abuse in order to seek revenge or exercise power over an individual they want to just see disappear.  As Aunt Mae Parker says, "When you help someone you help everyone".

Sweeter after difficulty is an old maximum that reflects what Solomon says in Ecclesiastics. He postulates that light is sweet and it pleases the eyes to see the sun....but to remember the days of darkness (18). I choose to believe that the past 3700 days that the Lord has allowed me to experience has some greater purpose to serve. I choose to believe the Word that He will restore all that the locust have eaten. It will be hard work to return to society, and to do it well. I will need to keep my tongue tamed. I pray to have wisdom sweet like honey (19) as I emerge from this banishment. Each day will be a new beginning. I know that the only way to live my life is to try to do what is right, to take the long view, to give of my best in all that the day brings, and to put my trust in God. May this meditation be sweet to the Lord (20).

 

Endnotes

 

(A.) In my day #3600 Reflection I lamented my sense of purposefulnessless. I also was sad because I was so lonely. I had shared both sentiments with my Celebrate Recovery® accountability group. In the way that only the Lord can do, He took that longing and turned it into ministry. It began with a single man who was struggling with remaining sober whom asked me to run with him in the afternoon, which I agreed to do. Then another man joined on a daily basis, and then others would join in off and on. I soon had a purpose as pace setter. But more important, as the oldest man of the group, and the one with the longest relationship with Jesus, I became the conversation/listening/reflecting pace setter. I so enjoyed, and felt a sense of fulfillment, during our cool down laps where we walked and talked about (unknown to them) the root causes of their hurts, habits, and hangups. I guided them through a verbally shared Step Four Moral Inventory without them realizing it.

As a result of running everyday at the same times, for the same distances, and the same paces, even staff came to take note of the activity. Bystanding inmates, staff, and security would step aside when they saw us coming their way. Several employees would offer encouragement, and they would even delay closing the yard until our runs were finished. Many inmates would compliment our commitment and say how they wish they could join in but for their variety of ailments. Little did they know that I too was suffering with knee and hip pain, as well as disintegrating shoes, yet was running anyway.

1. Job 20:12

2. Isaiah 5:20

3. Proverbs 20:17

4. Proverbs 9:17

5. Malachi 3:10 Jail Day # 3653 10 Years 9-1-2022

(C) Our DOC issued Securustech.net tablets are a valuable lifeline. It's like holding a key to the outside world. Suddenly, last December, that world became available to me. Loved ones are an email, text, or call away. If I want to hear a word of encouragement, it is just seconds away. I wish those on the outside realized how deeply appreciated any small text and picture were. If I need a googled answer, its now readily available. With my brothers help I can have typed professional documents ready for the court and Pardon and Parole Board in just days. Now, if I could just get more people to contact me!

6. http://ManassehEphraim.blogspot.com/my-future-plans.HTML

7. http://ManassehEphraim.blogspot.com/

8. Romans 8:31-34

9. I listen to a variety of daily podcasts including Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me, Stuff You Should Know, Stuff to blow your mind, Bible Project, Rick Warren, Joel O'Steen, Steven Furtick, Biblical Counseling Today, Elevation Recovery, Focus on the Family, Counselors Toolbox, Pop Culture Happy Hour, RISK, Ear Hustle, Story Corps, SCI FRI, Watch, CBC Laugh Out Loud, CBC As It Happens, NYT The Daily, Merriam Websters Word of the Day, Way with Words, The Moth, 40+ Fitness, Trauma Therapist, 4 different Ted Talks, Car Talk, 60 Second Sci., But Why?, Good Job Brain, Grammar Girl, Hidden Brain, How To, Invisibilia, Mike Rowe, and The Guardian Weekly Science.

10. James 3:11

11. Proverbs 16:24

12. Genesis 50:20

13. Job 42:10

14: Ruth 2:12

15. 2 Samuel 9

16. 2 King's 25:29

(B) NPC = Non-playing character, Bucket List = being a grandfather, owning a home again, being in love again, skydiving, traveling to Italy, Greece, Jerusalem, Egypt, Morocco, teaching college, writing a book, having an age appropriate six pack abs, going on an archeological dig, going on a cattle drive, noodling, biking/hiking the Appalachian trail, being on Survivor or Amazing Race or having some survival type experience (beyond the one I am currently cast in), cooking/baking, working on my ancestry tree.

17: Proverbs 13:17

18. Ecclesiastics 11:7

19. Proverbs 24:17

20. Psalms 104:34

 

#Dulcius ex asperis

Thursday, September 1, 2022

They Will Be My Treasured Jewels

 Today marks "10 Years In", or in prison speak, "10 Calendar Years", of being a falsely accused wrongly convicted incarcerate. It has now cost you, and all Oklahoma Taxpayers, $225,000.00(1) to warehouse me for crimes that, if they were actually true, seem an exorbitant amount of money given the one act of weaponized false allegation of over the clothes assault (Count 2) and one act of alleged non-contact leering (Count 3) that I am charged with.

Realistically, in most any other state I would have been classified as a first-time offender and their established sentencing grid would have more than likely just indicated simple probation for these weaponized false allegations by my son. Ebulliently I report that my Count 2 discharge date is just 70 days away, on November 10, 2022. It is such a good feeling to know that that time of punishment is over! That alleged debt to society is paid. And it only cost society $225,000.00 to punish ME for my prodigal Absalom/Brandon's willful perjury. I encourage you to read the Narrative of events that led to my incarceration (2). I also hope that you'll read about My Future Plans (3). As today marks my tenth year of incarceration, it is worth looking at the numbers. It has been: ....4882 days since my last positive interaction with my prodigal son, Brandon, at his 17th birthday dinner at Cheddar's on 4-20-2009. .....4880 days since he then "ran away" on 4-22-2009 to live with his adopted maternal grandmother after getting caught sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night (4). .....4696 days since Myrtha Mikel's 10-21-2009 vindictive, false, and misleading e-mail that began this ball rolling (5). .....4501 days since my arrest on 5-5-2010. .....3653 days, today, since my false conviction and incarceration (6). .....3449 days since I last saw my daughter in person on 3-23-2013 .....3075 days since I last spoke to my daughter on the phone on 4-1-2014 .....1171 days since I last received an e-mail from my daughter on 6-17-2019 .....$61.59 a day to warehouse me, and each individual incarcerate per day. Almost $750,000.00 per day spent by the taxpayers of this state to lock away those it deems too violent and too dangerous, like me apparently, behind granite walls, fences, and concertina wire so that society will be kept safe. Since I am considered a Chronic Care inmate, the OKDOC did their annual chattle check and inventory on me last week. I am still 5'6", I weighed 171 svelte pounds, my blood pressure was 141/71, and my pulse registered at 42bpm. On someone's Excel spreadsheet I received a check mark next to my chattle number and the state's property was verified as still alive and a valuable financial asset. Unequivocal prayers are still requested from you all. Please continue to pray that lies and liars are exposed and that all truth is revealed. The next 10 weeks hold so many possibilities. I will definitely move on to my Count 3 sentence on November 11th. I'll be heading to a minimum facility and begin the stepdown programs leading to my eventual release. I already have a visit scheduled with a Parole Investigator in October to discuss my Commutation and Parole options. The Lord has also recently led an outside source to step in and possibly intervene in my case. I might also qualify for a Sentence Modification soon. The real possibility exists that I could be free of these granite walls by my birthday.

Regardless of what happens this autumn, unlike many (most actually) of the men I am incarcerated with, I know that I have already lived a full, satisfying, and historic life. For the longest time I have hated being ripped from the exceptional, yet what I thought at the time was an exceedingly ordinary, life I had known. But now this dilatory experience, this outlier, this mission field, has become my accustomed new normal. It's taken 3653 days, but I've learned to accept this incarceral darkness as my God ordained, God planned, and God established reality. Now, it is the world outside of these fences that will feel like the foreign lands. Where once was before there will now be after. Funny how historic days seem so ordinary when you're living them (7). Expulsion from the belly of this behemoth, and the thoughts concerning that possibility, can start to make me feel overwhelmed. However, I will not balk at being outside of these dark granite walls and the familiarity of so many strangers. We don't choose the light to avoid the darkness. We choose the light because it is light (8). I so identify with Wanda Maximoff's heartache for missing her children(9). I understand the longing to get back what was lost when she tries so desperately to abate her pain. They say in prison you will never starve, but you will always be hungry. The same is true of my heart for both of my children, and even my former spouse. Wanda, aka The Scarlett Witch, pondered to Dr. Stephen Strange that "a family is forever, we could never truly leave each other, even if we tried.....if you knew there was a universe where you would be happy, wouldn't you want to go there?" I do! Thankfully, because of the blood sacrifice of my Lord Jesus, my Nazarene King, I know I have that eternal universe still in my future. Doubt will not be allowed to cloud my mind. I will not be two faced. I declare the fulfilment of Psalms 1190113 and 18:19-20, Joel 2:25, Proverbs 16:33, and 2 Kings 25:27b-30. I am more than ready for the Nazarene King (10) to orchestrate my exodus from this universe of madness and to collect me as His treasured jewel. The prophet Malachi declares that the Lord Almighty says, "Those who awed the lord were written on the Scroll of Remembrance. They will be my treasured jewels. I will spare them, just as a father spares his son who serves him. You will see the distinction between the righteous and the wicked, between those who serve God and those who do not(11)," between the children of perjury and darkness and those children of the truth and light. "They will be my treasured jewels(12)." FOOTNOTES 1.https://Oklahoma.gov/doc/offender-info/frequently-asked-questions1.html 2. http://ManassehEphraim.blogspot.com/ and http://ManassehEphraim.blogspot.com/2022/02/our-choices-determine-our-legacy.HTML 3.http://ManassehEphraim.blogspot.com/2022/01/my-future-plans.HTML 4.http://ManassehEphraim.blogspot.com/2022/02/our-choices-determine-our-legacy.HTML 5.http://ManassehEphraim.blogspot.com/myrtha-mikel-day-3338.HTML 6.read http://ManassehEphraim.blogspot.com/2012/09/ 7. Albus Dumbledore in Magical Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore 8. Claudia Gray writing in SW: Master and Apprentice 9. Dr. Strange in the Universe of Maddness 10. i-am-n.com 11. Malachi 3:17 12. Malachi 3:17 The artwork above was commissioned to commemorate the 10 Year Anniversary of my illegal and unjust conviction. In the middle is the letter N in Aramaic, representing Jesus, the Nazarene King. He is returning via crashing waves, symbolic of so many other watery entrances/exits illustrated in His Word. Whether it be the heavenly firmaments, cleansing floods, rivers of safe haven, protective corridors, parted pathways to freedom, or baptism, water is used to symbolize cleansing and fresh starts. The ten jewels represent the ten years I have spent in prison (so far) that He will come to collect, restore, and redeem. #treasured