In her blog, “Missio_Dei,” Megan Ross, an ELCA missionary in Indonesia, has written about the need to be ready for the unexpected in her mission work. The visit to a prison that she writes about in this blog entry is an example of that readiness. To support Megan and her work as a teacher at the Huria Kristen Batak Protestan Deaconess School in Balige, North Sumatra, or another of the ELCA’s over 200 missionaries in the global church, go to www.elca.org/missionarysponsorship.

The students posed for a photo after the service.

“… I was in prison and you visited me” (Matthew 25:36).

Quite unexpectedly one Sunday morning, I found myself walking through the streets of Balige toward the local prison. I was accompanying the third-year class of students at the deaconess school, who go into the community every Sunday and attend various churches, often singing a choir piece. I don’t always know where they go or have the opportunity to join them, so this was a special opportunity.

Although I have not done prison ministry in the U.S., the differences, I think, are striking. Since we had come for ministry, the door was opened to us, and we walked in, unchecked. No one stopped to ask our names or look in our bags. The men, dressed in normal street clothes, were already sitting, some in chairs outside the church in the center of the prison. Without much time to look around before we sat down in the chapel in the middle of the courtyard, I couldn’t discern the guards from prisoners on the inside. But I was not afraid at all.

The liturgy and hymns were in the Batak language. I have the hymnal in Batak, but not the Bible in Batak, so I had brought with me the Bible in Indonesian. Suddenly came more unexpected events. After reading in Batak, the worship leader asked if anyone had the Alkitab (“Bible” in Indonesian). The student sitting beside me nudged me and said yes, we do. The worship leader asked, “Dari mana?” (Where are you from?). “Amerika,” I answered. He encouraged me to read. “uhmmm … saya mencoba, ya?” I stammered. (“uhhhmmm … OK, I’ll try.”)

So I tried. In front of my students and the prisoners, I read the Scripture (Genesis 15:1-6) in a language I’m still learning and at a pace that others might understand although too fast to comprehend some words myself. The student next to me whispered pronunciation help when I stumbled. The preacher didn’t miss a beat as he began his sermon right after I finished. He spoke mostly in Batak, so I received translation from my student, but I had to take a moment to reflect on what had just happened.

Abram looked at the stars and God told him that his descendants would be as many as the stars above. I am a child of God. And so are the men whom I didn’t know that surrounded me, all convicted of one crime or another.

After worship we shook hands with each other, saying “Selamat Hari Minggu.” (Happy Sunday.) It is customary and culturally important here to shake hands, and there was no exception in this prison.

“I was in prison and you visited me.” I don’t know what their crimes were or what daily life is like for them in the prison or how long their sentences are, but I was moved by the experience of grace in another unexpected place worshiping with them.

And I pray for them.