It’s not a coincidence that from the windows of the courtroom you can see the county jail.  My recent civil imprisonment has taught me several lessons that I wish to share with you today.

A good chair is a wise investment. I have spent 59 hours in a jury seat thus far and the chairs are surprisingly comfortable.  Excellent cushion, swivel, and lean-back capabilities make all the difference.

Misery really does love company. The bond created between people suffering together is unique and powerful.  I know things about these people that I don’t even know about my coworkers.  A painful shared experience is just as beneficial as a positive one.

Turkey sandwiches are king. I have eaten my way through the menu here and turkey takes the cake.  If you are looking to spice up this traditional favorite, try the hot Turkey and Cranberry.

Being around non-believers is good for my soul. I have had some of the most profound and challenging conversations with my fellow jury members.  It has reminded me how much I love talking about God to people from different faiths and backgrounds.

I hate eating alone. Especially when surrounded by lawyers meeting with clients discussing divorce settlements and child custody.  The dining room at the court house really is a sad place.

I love my job. I am incredibly lucky to be surrounded by talented people who desire to serve God.  I also love a job that allows me to get out of my chair whenever I want.

In the end, I cannot believe that I was selected for a trial, especially one that will span over a month of my life.  So here’s to lengthy appeals, frustrating objections and a fresh reminder of how much I love junior high ministry.  5 more days to go.