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Heaven Jail Reports

Going to Jail News from those jailed for the Kingdom of Heaven.

"God's Kid" 
Released from Jail

The following true story shows that if you have the faith of a mustard seed, you can say, "Mountain move," and it will move:

"I felt too intimidated to mention God in the Courtroom. Besides, I thought my 'right to travel' case law would persuade the judge to find me innocent," confessed Patty, a petite mother of three. "Two years ago I started going to Constitutional rallies and became convinced that I was free. I didn't need to ask for a State privilege to travel. I let my State driver's license and car registration expire. Then I put on vehicle plates that said, 'I'M FREE.' The police hated my plates. They stopped me again and again. The police knew the routes I took so they would lie in wait for me. After a few months of flying the 'I'M FREE' plates, I had a big stack of citations. The court consolidated all the misdemeanors and scheduled a trial date.

"I started running scared. They could jail me for over a year if I were found guilty on all counts. What would my three children do without their mom? To make matters worse, my husband was currently serving a 30-day sentence in another county jail for similar driving violations.

"The night before the trial, I called Pastor Revere in desperation. He told me what I didn't want to hear: 'The Constitution won't save you, Patty. The judge won't even hear that right to travel case law.' He reminded me there is only One able to save and destroy and that we must not lean on our own understanding. He urged me to cast my cares upon Him for He cares for me. I politely thanked Pastor Revere and hung up the phone. Maybe he believed, but I was doubtful. If I were going to win, I needed good solid material like the case law I'd cited in my brief.

"The next day at trial the judge wouldn't even accept my carefully prepared legal papers. I was totally frustrated and dumbstruck. It seemed futile to say anything. At 9:00 a.m. the trial began. By 10:30 a.m., I was being hauled away in handcuffs. I had been found guilty of the charges and sentenced to 240 days in the county jail.

"I had never felt such deep despair. Here we were in the 'land of the free' and both my husband and me were serving time in jail for traveling without papers. I uttered a desperate prayer for help as they led me into the booking area. 'Step over there to get your fingerprints,' commanded the jailer. 'I cannot do that,' I said. 'I'm one of God's kids.' They didn't push the matter, telling me they would book me later. Then they ordered me to take off my clothes. 'I cannot do that. I'm one of God's kids. I don't belong here.'

"The jailer spoke up, 'If you won't do it voluntarily, we'll have to do it for you.' He called over a couple female jailers. They began untying my shoes and I let them take off my clothes without my help or resistance. Another jailer escorted me to the cell. 'I'm one of God's kids. They must have made a mistake,' I told her. She didn't answer, but just motioned me to go inside.

"I plopped down on the bunk and began nonstop prayer, feeling a closeness to Jesus I'd never had time for on the outside. At 4:00 p.m. a jailer yelled to me, 'Roll up.' I was stunned. Now what were they doing, moving me to solitary confinement? I wondered.

"By 6:00 p.m. I was at home having dinner with my three children. The One who was able to save or destroy had set me free. I served only 6 hours of a 240-day sentence. What was the reason? I'm not sure, I don't lean on my own understanding. I just rejoice and praise God for what He has done." +++

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