If I Lived In ‘That’ House
I’ve only been in a prison once when I was a Rotary Club President and I sponsored a young prisoner for his graduation. He was imprisoned before he received his high school diploma. Through hard work and study while in prison he managed to finish and even walk through his graduation ceremony, in prison. He had no family to visit him. No family to support him. No family to celebrate with him. I was asked to sit in for his non-existent family. As I left the prison gates that day I was profoundly impacted by this young man’s steadfastness in the face of a life of mostly voids; no loving family, no job, no home. All of which I have taken for granted my entire life.
Its one of the greatest mysteries to me how the poorest of the poor, of whom millions spend their youth without a home, without any sort of decent shelter, and who have gone to bed at night hungry more times than they can recall. How does a young person grow up in such lack and have any kind of chance of carving out a healthy, meaningful, crime free life?
Recently a great tragedy be-felled a white South African farmer and the 15-year-old co-accused in his murder. The murder itself has shocked millions of South Africans but the admission by the accused, that life is better in prison than outside is a startling indictment how life, society, and government are failing such marginalized people. The accused said he was happy and had not even been asked to be released on bail because he had three meals a day, his own bed, and can watch television- all for the for the first time in his life.
After having dropped out of school at the age 14, he is attending school again. He left school originally to start tending for the murdered farmer for reported wages of sixty six dollars a month. He had taken this job in order to help support his family and look after himself. He lived in the cattle corral of his employer in conditions that I can only assume were lacking even the basic necessities.
“That prison should be a better alternative to his everyday life raised loud alarm bells about whether a jail sentence is enough deterrent to would-be criminals,” wrote a South African journalist. What chance do kids have in a world where life behind prison bars will protect him better from the reality of his miserable existence.
“There is no object of desire quite like a house,” writes Meghan Daum, a columnist for the Los Angeles Times. “Few things in this world are capable of eliciting such urgent, even painful, yearning. Few sentiments are at once as honest and as absurd as the one that moves us to declare: ‘Life would be perfect if I lived in that house.’” What a timely sentiment of how most people in the world think of what the ‘perfect house’ would or should be like. After all, it’s the American dream…to own a home.
Perhaps more meaningful for a youngster accused of murder in a South African prison cell tonight would be to re-quote Ms. Daum’s last sentence, but add one small caveat, “Life would be perfect if I lived in ‘A’ house.”
Amor builds homes to keep families together. Amor serves the poorest of the poor to share the love of Christ. Amor helps keep kids out of prison. I won’t ever take this for granted. I hope you don’t either.







