Last Thursday morning, four of us set out to hold a bible study and worship service in the prison. Melissa, Vicki, Bev and I.
There are so many things swirling around in my mind right now, and the faith of these women is at the heart of that mess.
If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and floats like a duck, it must be a duck… this is what my sometimes-too-logical-mind tells me.
But this doesn’t look like a prison, sound like a prison, or really even feel like a prison.
We enter the building through a small door on the side. I am wearing my Camelback backpack, which is searched every time we go into a mall here. But it is ignored as we enter the jail. The women are up on the second level, so we climb a steep steel ladder/staircase, walk through several clotheslines with women’s clothes hanging on them, and a guard unlocks the iron gate of a door with the large key on a ring. We are then shown to a room about 16’X16′ which is has iron bars on three sides. This is the only thing this day that resembles the images my mind conjures up when I hear the word ‘prison.’
This prison and the people in it, look nothing like prisons in the US. None of the inmates wear matching clothes, or even any identifying markers. Men are one room away from the women. They are all wearing a random assortment of street clothes. Short and skirts… printed t-shirts… they are clean and well groomed. They are normal women. Who just happen to be living in a community set apart from the outside world. We can see their beds through the iron bars. The door swings open frequently with inmates traveling from one section to another with no sort of organized movement. We had barely forty-five minutes with these lovely women, not long. But long enough that I was able to learn some of their stories.
Teray is the Religious Coordinator. She has been in prison for six years. Her crime has something to do with forging visas for Filipinos to go to Japan. She has now served her time, and is free to go, as soon as she pays her exit fees. She currently has 1,000 pesos saved. She needs to come up with 100,000 pesos to leave prison. To put it in US dollars, she needs $5,000 and she has $20. Despite this seemingly insurmountable obstacle, Teray is in high spirits. She coordinates all of the different missionary groups and local church groups that want to come visit with the ladies. Her English is better than most, and she sings like an angel. As she was telling us the story of how she is free once she gets the money, we began to show sympathy. She stopped us, saying that she knows that God has her here for a reason, and that she must have more to learn. When the Lord sees fit, He will provide the funds for her release. Oh, to have faith like that!
Beatrice is a lovely woman, who has been in this prison for five years now. She has no education, and no clearly marketable skills. The only way she saw to provide for her family was to sell drugs. And she got caught. There doesn’t seem to be any sort of relationship between one’s crime and the length of time one is in prison here, so she too says the same thing as Teray. “If I am still here, it is because the Lord has more for me to learn by being here.”