Moving from Richmond to Virginia's Shenandoah Valley in 1997 meant severing ties with two congregations: Lutheran Church of Our Saviour and the men on death row at Greenville Correctional Center, where I had been a volunteer chaplain for six years.
Frankly, I was relieved. While ministering to six men "on row" before and during their executions, I actually grew to like some of them. I listened to the men, ministered to them and then watched them die. Only Everette, whom I had visited every month, remained. On our last visit I offered, "If you get a date and want someone with you, let me know."
Two years later he asked me to walk with him into the chamber.
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