181/365 Sunday night at the jail

Being the Chaplain at the White County Detention Center is a privilege.  One of my privileges is being able to push a button and walk outside onto the yard.  I only go out to the yard when I need to make a phone calls.  Tonight, I had to call and run down the details for a death notice.  Giving death notices is not the best part of being chaplain.  This somber photo kind of depicts the mood of giving a death notice at the jail.
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