When I think of John the Baptist I think of this tough as nails dude that lived in the desert eating locus YUCK and wild honey. He looked like a caveman or like Elijah, who looked like a caveman. I think of this confident person who was willing to obey his God predicted call of preparing the way for the Messiah. Just like Isaiah had promised that he would. I think of a guy who was willing to call on the carpet Herod of all people. He told Herod that it was unlawful for him to have his brother’s wife. That was not the smartest thing to do. Making a wild man leader mad at you can get you thrown into jail. And, surprise surprise, that is exactly what happened. John found himself in prison. Prison was different in those days. No TV or Internet access to pass the time. Meals? Let your imagination run wild on that subject. Visiting hours? At the visitor's own risk. While in prison people have time to think. A lot of time. Depending on their sentence, of course. John didn't know it...
These are devotional, and other, thoughts from a guy who lived in Brazil from 1997 to 2023. I recount personal experiences and Bible applications with most of my posts. These "posts" are mostly for me but if you want to, you can read them too!