Fourth letter into the hundreds I’ll be going through over the next few days and I find this one, from “Jeffrey L. Woody…at Sandy a Ridge Prison Camp.” This is from the stack that came addressed to my grandfather’s radio broadcast requesting a tape of his “Country Talk” (who knows exactly, other than it’s something about Jesus and something about hope–even for the prisoner). He originally had sent with it “nearly every dime [he had].” 
It was paper clipped to a copy of the response my grandfather sent (copied likely for bookkeeping, likely per my grandmother’s instruction) that read as follows: “I am returning your $7.00 and will be glad to send a tape to your wife without charge, and if you send the address of your parents, your brother and son, I will send them a tape without charge. Prayerfully, Barney Pierce.” He had scribbled that in the ‘heading’ of one of the who-knows-how-many poems he wrote called “Orphan’s Trail” (about a criminal who found an advocate in Jesus). The last line reads: 
“The lawyer was Jesus, the crucified one; 

the judge was his Father, now I am his son.” 

The last letter in the clip was Jeffrey’s response, full of praises to God and addresses for his family. 

And so the kingdom of God advanced. 

If you want to be a part of the stuff God is up to, don’t look for the headlines–look for the Jeffreys. You won’t get much notoriety for it…but maybe fifty years down the road your grandson will find out what you did, the kind person you were, and be filled full of inspiration and conviction, evermore determined to carry on an unspoken legacy of faithfulness to the One he too has come to know as Advocate. 

“He who is faithful in very little is also faithful in much” (Lk. 16:10).