But for the Grace of God

Roughly 100 of them stared back at us in that old, hot chapel at the Indiana State Prison. Their faces each told a story, a sobering story that was a mystery to the beholders. The thought crossed my mind as I looked out over the crowd, “How many of these faces were the last thing that someone saw before they took their last breath? How many of these men have brought about the end of someone’s life, innocence, or livelihood?” I can say without a doubt that I am glad I don’t know all of the...