May your holy angels guard us – a prison chaplain’s day
ALAMY, ALLAN SWART
Jails are places of anguish, noise and sadness, with many inmates hungry for the sacraments and healing words.
One of the men who was banging on his door wants to complain to me, so I give him time to vent. The cell door between us is closed and locked, so we talk through the hinge. It means we can only see outlines of each other, but if I put my ear to the hinge I can hear him (and can get spat at in the face). It feels a bit like a confessional.
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