Every day, Prison Fellowship volunteers help make a difference in the lives of prisoners, ex-offenders, and their families. To see how, read these amazing stories of transformation.
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 Randy Sampson’s mother was watching the Phoenix TV news one night when she discovered a side of her son she had never expected. Nineteen-year-old Randy had been arrested for a murder committed during a robbery attempt.
For years he had shrugged off school, shrugged off the values of his parents, “and went my own way,” he says. But as he faced 17 to 27 years behind bars--an eternity to a young man just departing his teens--”I really began to think about my life.”
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Jeff Peck
 Editor’s Note: More than three years ago, former Virginia Attorney General Mark Earley became the president of Prison Fellowship. Under his leadership, and with much prayer, PF has refined its mission statement and clarified its vision for ministry. With the beginning of a new year and a new era for PF, Jubilee Extra editor Jeff Peck talked with Mark about these developments and--as you will read--the key concept of transformation.
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A Heart for Hurting Prisoners |
Ron Humphrey
She’s 70, a cancer survivor, and her feet hurt, but that doesn’t stop Helena Carpenter from going to prison every week. No, she’s been at it 14 years now and still shows up at the tough federal penitentiary in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania, every Monday night to bring encouragement, good cheer, and lessons from the Bible to inmates who call her “our spiritual mother.”
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Ron Humphrey
Crouched beneath a clump of thick bushes, the boy carefully pointed his gun in the direction of a tree where he had seen movement. A figure slowly stepped out. The boy aimed and squeezed the trigger. Splat! Angel Tree camper Andrew had just eliminated his best buddy from the camp paintball competition! The two boys howled with laughter; another round would begin soon.
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Alice Lawson Sperapani
 On a warm spring day in 1958, seven-year-old Debbie Winslow ran the four blocks from Park Street School to her home in Asheboro, North Carolina, tears streaming down her face. As the little girl burst through the front door, she blurted out, “Daddy, Daddy, I’ve got to sing with a redheaded boy!”
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