I recently learned of the passing of an old friend. His name was “Pops” to those of us who knew him in prison. Pops and I lived in the same housing unit for the last year and a half I was incarcerated. When we met he was in his late 70s. His greatest fear was of dying while in prison. Fortunately, he did make parole. He was received into the home of a friend where he lived until the time of his untimely death. He was not one to minimize his crime, but fully accepted responsibility for it. In his testimony he spoke of how God worked through his situation to no just save him but transform him into a new creation. In prison his life was a light shinning in the darkness.