“I was an angry, angry man,” he said. I stood on the tattered steps of a dim auditorium face to face with the man. Scars covered his cheek, and tattoos peeked from behind his navy collar. A long sequence of faded numbers over an orange stripe crossed his back. We were in the Ionia State Prison, and this inmate was telling me about his journey to Christ.  On a Saturday in late August of 2019, I had the opportunity to sing […]