Saturday, December 22, 2018 -
This morning I was very, very excited. I would get to see my wonderful wife, Kathie, and my oldest son, William. William emailed me late yesterday evening and told me they’d be leaving home at 6 in the morning. That would put them here around 11 in the morning, maybe sooner.
On weekends, like every other day, we eat “lunch” between 10 am and 11 am. I was afraid I would have to miss the call that I had a visitor if I went to eat, so I skipped my first meal, other than breakfast. It turned out I wasn’t called till right around 12.
I can’t describe how wonderful it was to see my darling bride Kathie once again, and hold her and kiss her, and to see and hug William. I just praise the Lord and rejoice for the time we had together. I had a bounce in my step, I’m sure, on the walk back to my cell.
To my amazement, I opened the door to my unit, and a man was standing there, probably about 50 years of age. I’d seen him but never spoken to him. He asked me, “Is your name Philip?” I said yes, and he proceeded to tell me he knew all about me and why I was there. I was rather dumbfounded. He told me he’d been wanting to approach me for some time, but didn’t know how to go about it. He started telling me all about my case, and that it was just unbelievable I was locked up, how wrong it was, how innocent I was, and how I would not be here long, especially when President Trump caught wind of it. This all kind of blew me away. After I kept interrupting him asking how he knew all that, he’d told me he had heard all about it on the Tom Roden show that comes on right before Glen Beck. It was a 20-minute segment full devoted to talking about the injustice of my situation. The man, whose name is “R,” just kept going on and on about his prediction that I won’t be in prison long. I believe God sent him to me to prophecy that to me, and he concurred. Praise the Lord! It was a good day, and I look forward to seeing what God has in store for me tomorrow.