Last night I worshiped God with passion, because I praised Him from prison. The prison band led us in a stirring rendition of Chris Tomlin’s anthem, “I will rise, when He calls my name. No more sorrow, no more pain. I will rise on eagle’s wings, before my God, fall on my knees.” I had sung the chorus in church that morning, but not like this. As I looked around at the 75 prisoners—clapping, raising their hands, praising God with all their might—I realized that they sang those words as if their lives depended on them.

When I had sung those words in church from my comfortable chair, I’d thought how meaningful those lyrics would be at my funeral. A soloist would defiantly tell the world that “I will rise.” The difference between me and the prisoners was that the words meant the world to them now. They knew sorrow and pain—some of it self-inflicted—and they needed to believe now, right this very minute, that they would rise from the wreckage they had made of their lives.

Truth is, so did I. Sure, I may not have robbed or murdered anyone, but I too am a rebellious sinner who needs the medicine of the gospel as much as any convict. Left to myself, I always resist the Lord, and I don’t give up until I hit bottom. Like Jonah, I pray best from the belly of the deep, “as my life [is] slipping away” (Jonah 2:7).

Do you know anyone who’s running from God? Pray for them, that they will come to the end of themselves and turn to the Lord. But also identify with them. If not for God’s amazing grace that “saved a wretch like me,” we would be where they are. The only difference between us and them is God.

NLT 365-day reading plan passage for today: John 17:1-26