the Christmas Miracle continues

I received an email from Frank Maguire last week:

"LaVon and Don

Saw your fascinating web-site (blog).

I am sure that the publication of God at work in the Dickens matter will touch some folk. This is how the Lord works. There was a celebration of life service held for Joan on the beach at Carlsbad, CA. I wrote Celebration of Life and sent a number of copies to Michael Dickens to dispense. He promised me that he would. Michael, who has not been in contact with (his brother) Greg since the murders, conviction, and incarceration told me "I'm going to Arizona to visit Greg."

God heals, often in a way that we can't understand.

Hope to see you before you depart Quail Run, and hope, also, that all is going well.

grace and heart-peace,
Frank and Helen

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A Celebration of Life

by Frank Maguire

People often say “What a wonderful book,” or “Isn’t that song beautiful?” This is so common that we give no conscious thought to what is really being said. If we were challenged, we would surely say that by “wonderful book” we mean “a wonderful work of writing by the author.” And, “the composer was surely inspired when he produced that music.” In other words, we admire the creation, but we wisely give the credit to the creator.

Today is, specifically, a Celebration of the Life of Joan Dickens, but a celebration not limited to the life of Joan Dickens. Joan Dickens knew, and all who know the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, know, that the very reason Life is of value is that it is sacred, and should be revered and celebrated because God is the author…the composer…the Creator. It is the sanctity of each human life that is to be celebrated.


Better than most persons, Joan Dickens knew that her life was not of superior value relative to the life of others. She knew that all mortal souls are created by God, and that all fall short of perfection in this world.

There are those who reject the absolute sanctity of life, “If life has ended,” they might suggest, “should we not be celebrating death--the great release from worldly punishments?” Others could suggest, “We really are celebrating the life of Joan Dickens because she was a good person. So, we celebrate the good things that she did in her life.” It is not, they propose, what one is, but what one does that should be the cause for celebration. There is no intrinsic sanctity of human life, some insist, there is only relative utility, and it is measured by the quality of the life—by how valuable the life has been to its cultural and economic environment. But Joan Dickens knew better than that. She knew that each life has equivalent value because God is the author, and composer, of that life. God, she knew, is the eternal Judge, not men.


So, today, we are honoring Joan Dickens in a Celebration of Life. It is appropriate, for there are few persons who understood the sanctity of all life more than did Joan Dickens. All life! The innocent and the guilty! The sinner and the saint! The weak and the strong! The Jew and the Samaritan! Joan Dickens understood because she had within her the heart of her Lord and Savior. Yes, perhaps in this great universe Joan Dickens’ life might be thought of as a tiny rock cast into this expansive ocean…creating but a seemingly negligible ripple. But the ripple produced by the life of Joan Dickens will continue without end. For an eternity! Upon rocks thought negligible by the World, Jesus Christ built His church.



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A beautiful poem by Frank:





Surpassing Understanding (verse one)

By Frank Maguire
© July 12, 2006


The weighty heat of day relents,
And of the burdens it has laid upon us,
Even God’s worn Earth repents.

The life of this day’s sun,
Consumed by saw-toothed mountains in the West,
The crimson spread attests
That day is done.

‘Tis then we see Earth’s life in glory
With golden halo, Heaven’s clouds reflecting
One more day of poignant story.

A cool angelic zephyr sings
While angel faces dot the night;
And Earth, no more within our sight,
We soar away to Peace on Heavenly wings.


Surpassing Understanding (verse two)

By Frank Maguire
© July 24, 2006

The weighty heat of day relents
And of the burdens it has laid upon us
Even hostile Earth repents

The life of this day’s sun
By God ordained to ebb beyond its crest
Penumbra spread attests
That day is done.

Then, we see Earth’s life in glory.
Gold and crimson halo, Heaven’s clouds reflecting
One more day of poignant story.

“Come be with Me,” the whispering!
While angel faces dot the night,
And we, with Earth no longer in our sight
Are drawn to Paradise on Heavenly wings.

Sunday's Coming

Good morning, it is that time again. I pray you are well and safe.

We continue to stay busy. Just yesterday, a lady in the park fell early in the morning. When we received the call, LaVon ran to her and stayed until she was taken to the hospital. After her Bible study we went to the hospital and praise the Lord, no broken bones, an answer to prayer.

So you see life here is like it was in the church back home, people need the love of Jesus and fellow Christians. My sermon this week is on telling others about Jesus even if you have to use words.

I urge you to keep us in your prayers, that we remain healthy and that our needs are met. Thanks for your emails, phone calls and support. Know we could not be doing this without you.

I read this this morming from Adrian Rogers and wanted to share it with you. Enjoy and may God use you today in someones life.

Have a great day, love you pass it on, Don

BIBLE MEDITATION:

"But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty." 1 Corinthians 1:27

DEVOTIONAL THOUGHT:

The people God chooses to do His work are plain, simple folks. All youhave to do is look at the twelve men Jesus chose to be His disciples.Fishermen, a tax collector, a "zealot." What a ragtag bunch! But theyended up "turning the world upside down." And those who watched them exclaimed, "Why, these are ignorant and unlearned men!" (Acts 4:13).

Maybe you didn't make the "Who's Who," or worse still, you made the "Who'sNot"! That's all right. God has a plan for you. God knows what He is doing. He turns the table on the world's idea of success. Wealth, fame, acclaim none of these are necessary for you to be used of God.

ACTION POINT:

What a glorious truth for you to share with someone today who may be feeling like they're not worth much. Ask God to lead you to that someone right now.

Sunday's Coming

Time seems to be going fast. I guess when you are busy and happy, time just gets away. I think it has a lot to do with our attitude, when you are doing what God wants you to do, you can't be anything but content.

Sunday, my topic was about discouragement and you know what happened, I got discouraged. God dealt with me and out of it came this weeks message, Forgiveness. You see when you get down the next thing that happens is you strike out at someone else. Now, you have to be about asking others for forgiveness. We need the right attitude in all situations. I read this this morning:

Rejoice in the LORD always. I will say it again: Rejoice! —Philippians 4:4
As you read it, remember the words of Paul in Philippians 4:11b, “I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances…”

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.
Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today ." So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.
"H-M-M," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today . " So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head.
"Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.
"YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"
The road you are traveling may be difficult and even heartbreaking. These seasons of life are inevitable. Yet, how we respond makes a tremendous difference. We can ask for God’s strength to help us. We can choose the attitudes we live by, even on our darkest day.

Laugh for the day:
"Salesmanship"
During a magazine and newspaper subscription drive, our son Philip, a paperboy, learned about good salesmanship.
His supervisor had instructed the kids to maintain a positive attitude, even when turned down. One potential customer told Philip, "I've got papers and magazines strewn all over the place -- I don't need any more."
Philip's reply? "Well, how about a subscription to Good Housekeeping?"

Have a great day, love you, pass it on, Don

Sunday's Coming

Good morning,

I pray all is well with you. God is good, all the time.

He continues to show Himself here in our lives. Whenever we start to feel discouraged He shows us how we have been used here in someones life.

Just Monday, I was told of a man that was put in the nursing home from our park. I had had the privilege of spending time with him and sharing Jesus. My prayer is he really understood what we had talked about, but it encourages me to know God used me to talk with him.

We have befriended another couple that has never been to church and every Sunday they tell me how how God is talking to them.

Oh, I could go on but you see that even when I get down, God always lifts me up. Sometimes it's from people here and other times it fom hearing from you. Thanks.

"When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying."

Have a great day, I love you pass it on
Don

"Perspective"
A woman walks in a store to return a pair of eyeglasses that she had purchased for her husband a week before. "What seems to be the problem, madam?"
"I'm returning these glasses I bought for my husband. He's still not seeing things my way."

Sunday's Coming

Good morning,

It has been a while since I have written. Like you, this time of year keeps us very busy. I want you to know that you are continually on our mind and in our prayers. Some of you let me know what we need to be praying about. If you haven't and have a special prayer request, please send it to us. I woke at 3 this morning thinking of this letter and what to say and what came to mind was, we are all very busy some times too much so. God impressed upon me to take some time and slow down and spend it with him and I don't mean just a minute, but time to reflect and time to look upon what is relly important to you.

When I was reading devotions this morning I read this: Slowing Down for a Moment. This devotional was written by Robin Dugall

"God, my shepherd, I don’t need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from. True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction." —Psalm 23:1-3

Did you know that a study was presented to the USA Congress back in the 1960s that said we would become so technologically sophisticated before the year 2000 that we would have to work only 5 to 6 hours a day. The “experts” said that the big problem of the 21st century would be what to do with the extra leisure time. Right! Technology has served to speed up our pace of living. Today, most of us are busier than ever!

When was the last time you cherished a moment? When was the last time – you had the time – to simply focus on how you were going to be obedient and responsive to the will and heart of your God? When was the last time you spent time with God as a natural response to the moment – without any outside encouragement or guilt to motivate you? Right now, I encourage you to tell the Lord your God that you so desire the fullness of His presence in these moments.

My prayer for you this morning is you take the time to talk to the Lord and then listen.

Have a great day, love you, pass it on
Don

A letter from CRM General Director

We received today a letter from CRM Director, Dennis Maloney. It's a wonderful insight into our heart and vision so we wanted to share it with you:

Greetings dear ones, and Happy New Year.

I give God all praise for the year that was 2007 and for all He has shown us during that time; for new friends; and new partners, for all the challenges of ministry He has presented us with. The coming year is an exciting gift lying unopened before us today. Will this be the year He returns for His church? Will the last new name be written down in the Lamb's Book Of Life during the twelve months ahead? God knows and only God, so we press forward to the high calling we have in Christ Jesus.

One of my favorite devotionals is "Streams in the Desert", compiled by Mrs. Charles Cowman, missionary to Japan, in the 19th century. I felt the ideas she included from the pen of N.L. Zinzendorf, for this days reflections, curiously representative of CRM International's position. Please allow me to share them with you.

Please read Deuteronomy 11:11-12.

Today, dear friends, we stand on the verge of the unknown. There lies before us the new year and we are going forth to possess it. Who can tell what we shall find? What new experiences, what changes shall come, what new needs shall arise? But here is the cheering, comforting, gladdening message from our Heavenly Father, "The Lord thy God careth for it." "His eyes are upon it away to the ending of the year."

All our supply is to come from the Lord. Here are springs that shall never dry; here are fountains and streams that shall never be cut off. Here, anxious one, is the gracious pledge of the Heavenly Father. If He be the source of our mercies they can never fail us. No heat, no drought can parch that river, "the streams whereof make glad the city of God."

The land is a land of hills and valleys. It is not all smooth nor all downhill. If life were all one dead level of dull sameness it would oppress us; we want the hills and valleys. The hills collect the rain for a hundred fruitful valleys. Ah, so it is with us! It is the hill difficulty that drives us to the throne of grace and brings down the showers of blessing; the hills, the bleak hills of life that we wonder at and perhaps grumble at, bring down the showers. How many have perished in the wilderness, buried under the golden sands, who would have lived and thriven in the hill country; how many would have been killed by the frost, blighted with winds, swept desolate of tree and fruit but for the hill ---- stern, hard, rugged, so steep to climb. God's hills are a gracious protection for His people against their foes!

We cannot tell what loss and sorrow and trial are doing. Trust only. The Father comes near to take our hand and lead us on our way today. It shall be a good, a blessed New Year.

Thank you for all you do. You make my life a joy. You are my friends!

Blessings!

Chaplain Dennis Maloney
General Director
Christian Resort Ministries International

The rest of the story

(Be sure to read the complete story in the post following this post.)

JOAN DICKENS and the Celebration of Life

At 5:00 p.m. on Wednesday January 2nd, my wife Helen received a phone call from
Anne and Warren Pearson.

“On Wednesday, Jan. 2nd 2008, at 7:30 a.m., Joan Dickens was taken ‘home’ to meet the Lord.”

Later that morning Michael Dickens, Greg’s brother, called the office of the warden at the Arizona Department of Corrections (ADC). He advised them of his mother’s death, and asked that his brother Greg be informed.

Michael was told call back later—that they would arrange for Michael to speak directly with Greg. Michael and Greg did speak for a lengthy period, with no time restrictions placed upon the call.

Before the conversation ended, the person representing the warden asked to speak with Michael. She said, “Mr. Dickens, we extend our deepest sympathy to you and your family.”

Anne Pearson told Helen that on January 11th, at Carlsbad’s beach, which Joan Dickens loved so much, there will be a celebration of life service.

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Because I am in the early stages of some pandemic malady (a dramatic way of saying that I have a cold), I had been napping when Helen and Anne were conversing. When Helen heard me shuffling around, she called me to the phone.

Anne repeated the news, to me, and told me that two days before Joan’s death, she had been able to speak with her. Anne said that Joan seemed joyful, and spoke repeatedly about the fact that she was to be allowed to be with Greg. This thought brought her solace and comfort in her final hours.

The following day, Joan Dickens became comatose and died shortly thereafter.

“Oh death, where is thy victory; oh death, where is thy sting?” It tells us volumes about faith and hope that the service for Joan Dickens, who died suddenly from cancer, and whose son Greg sits on death-row at the Eyman facility of Florence State Prison, is to be a “Celebration of Life.”

The Joy of the Lord is our strength.
Frank Maguire

The Christmas Miracle, Quail Run style

This Christmas miracle story is written by Frank Maguire, an accomplished and published writer. He has also been serving as our worship leader. You will be blessed by the story of this talented servant of the Lord.

Bearing Fruit Where God Has Planted You

Colossians 1:10 “so that you will be walking in the manner worthy of the Lord to please Him in all respects, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God.”

A few years back, recovering from a myocardial infarction and quadruple by-pass surgery, my wife Helen and I joined the Wood Village Baptist congregation in Wood Village, Oregon. There I met many fine folk, including Anne and Warren Pearson. This story begins with them.

During a conversation with Anne and Warren, they alluded to a friend of theirs whose son is on death row in Florence State Prison, Florence, Arizona. I know Florence well, having lived in the Phoenix area for many years, and having visited the prison’s maximum security with a pastor friend. Helen knows Florence even better. Her maternal grandmother, Carmen Guzman was born there in 1884, when Arizona was still a territory.

Out of curiosity, or, perhaps, God’s direction, which I could not have understood at the time, I investigated the case. Anne and Warren had given sufficient information that I traced the death row inmate on the prison’s web site. The young man’s name is Gregory Dickens. Dickens and an accomplice named Travis Wade Amaral had been convicted in a Yuma, Arizona court for a double homicide. Amaral, who did the actual killing, was a juvenile, tried as an adult, and reached a plea agreement with the prosecution to testify against Dickens. Eventually, Dickens was sentenced to death, and Amaral received a much-reduced sentence.

I contacted the Yuma Sun and spoke with Loren Listiak, who had covered the trial. I was sent the text of all articles pertaining to the case. It is, in my estimation, a manifold tragedy.

Before I go on, I should tell you that I support the death penalty as a retributive form of punishment for first-degree murder. I have written articles on the subject, one, quite recently. Thus it is doubly important to me that I morally object, as a Christian, to any unjust sentencing of a person to death. After reading the Yuma Sun’s account of the trial, I find a number of actions and lack of action objectionable.

When the opportunity arose, I raised the issue once more with the Pearsons. They were quite surprised that I knew so much about Greg’s case. They, then, offered to share the correspondence they regularly received from Greg. As friends of Joan Dickens, Greg’s mother, they were on Greg’s very limited list of persons with whom he could communicate by mail.

It became clear to me that Greg had, at some point, given his remaining years to Jesus Christ. There was no whining about his fate. He made no appeals about his innocence, having accepted his conviction as an accomplice in the terrible murder-robbery of Bryan and Laura Bernstein, one dark night at a rest stop on Interstate 8 just east of Telegraph Pass near Yuma. But Greg protested the decision of the court and its sentencing of him to die. As Listiak wrote, a psychiatrist and psychologist had testified to the judge, Yuma Superior Court Judge Tom Cole, that Amaral had a “conduct disorder that manifests itself through violence, untruthfulness and impulsiveness.” Listiak added, “It was not clear whether their testimony would be allowed as evidence in the trial.”

Greg had insisted that Amaral was a violent person, and a liar. At the trial, Greg said that the plea bargain with Amaral was unjust. “Justice cannot work with deals,” Dickens told the court. “Justice works when the truth is told… Our court system is based on truth and justice.” Dickens stated.

Greg made another rather remarkable appeal to the court that skeptics regarded as self-serving, but which others felt was an honest display of compassion. Greg asked how the parents of Bryan and Laura Bernstein must feel when the person who had shot and killed their loved ones could escape the full punishment for his actions by a plea bargain made between the shooter, Amaral, and the prosecution.

It is now the end of December 2007. Greg Dickens, sentenced in 1991 is awaiting death by lethal-injection. He has been on death row, prisoner #102305, in the SMU II—Eyman facility for about 14 years. Other than my communication with the Pearson, I have not delved further into the matter. I did, however, remain emotionally involved. Then, on December 20th 2007, I received a phone call from Anne and Warren, and what they told me convinced me that I had a moral obligation to act. Some amazing things have since transpired.

The Pearsons told me that their friend, Joan Dickens, had just received her own death sentence. Joan became ill while visiting Hawaii. Medical tests indicated that she has terminal cancer. The Pearsons were told that Joan was given about three months to live; that the cancer has metastasized throughout her body.

Anne Pearson asked me if there was any possibility that I could find a way to appeal to anyone who could arrange for personal contact between Greg and Joan, so that “at least they can hug one another… one final time before Joan dies.” I promised them I would do all I could.

I spent the remainder of Friday, Dec. 21st trying to determine how to proceed.

On Saturday, December 22nd, my friend Chaplain/Pastor Don Baker, of Christian Resort Ministries, had invited me to a prayer gathering at Living Hope Community Church in Arizona City. The morning of the 22nd, my wife reminded me that I had promised Don that I would attend the prayer meeting. Don and I, and another friend, George Reid, went together.

The speaker was a visiting pastor from Illinois, who had practiced medicine for many years before choosing to enter active ministry. His message was clear. We who are called by His name cannot merely feel religious. We have a call to act on behalf of any of our “neighbors” who are in need. It was exactly the right counsel at exactly the right moment.

At the conclusion of his message, the local pastor, Gary Biancini, called for questions, comments and prayer requests. I told the pastor and the other men in attendance about this challenge that I was facing. He set a chair in the middle of the room. He said, “Frank, sit down. This is the way we do it here.”

As I sat in the chair, the pastor asked the men if they would pray that I would gain access to anyone who would aid me in reaching someone who had the authority and the willingness to act on behalf of Joan and Greg Dickens. A number of men came forward, individually, laid a hand on my shoulder, and prayed. When I left the assembly, I felt an empowerment and clarity of mind.

My first thoughts were to call two friends in Phoenix, who might instruct me as to what would be involved. I called, first, a very dear friend, Jim Humphrey, retired commander of Internal Affairs for the Phoenix Police Department. I knew that Jim had been involved in the selection of prison chaplains. I couldn’t reach Jim immediately, but left a message for him to me.

My second call was to my close friend, and former college mate, Chris Potts. Chris is a vice-president with the Allied Defense Fund (ADF), the legal organization that defends the Constitutional rights of persons and organizations whose civil rights have been denied—especially their first-amendment rights to freedom of religion. I left a message for Chris to contact me, and I explained my reason for calling.

I then called the Arizona Department of Corrections, hoping to be informed regarding the laws pertaining to personal visits that might be permitted for inmates being held in maximum security. I was unable to gain access, being told that I had to call during business hours, Monday through Friday. Since my calls were made on Saturday, it appeared that I would have to wait to make the contacts that were suggested. Not satisfied, and knowing that God calls for perseverance, I proceeded to call every available number listed on the Department of Corrections web site.

After many attempts, I reached a sergeant who served in maximum security. I explained the situation, and he told me the protocol involving personal, inside the cell, visits. He said that Arizona law did not allow visitors inside the cell. He did say that I should speak with Associate Deputy Warden Carl Toersbijns whom, he believed, has the authority to personally act in a case such as this. He told me, however, that Toersbijns was not reachable until Monday. I then asked the sergeant for the number of the chaplain’s office, which he provided. Feeling the need to persist, I called the chaplain’s number.

The call was answered by a man who identified himself as Chaplain Kelley. After some introductory dialogue, and some comments about his fine Irish name, and the Kelley with “an ‘e’,” I related the dilemma. Chaplain Kelley gave me essentially the same information as the sergeant. It seemed that I would have to wait until Monday. I was momentarily stymied.

The Pearsons had told me that despite her terminal condition, Joan Dickens had been driven, by her son Michael, in his motor-home, to Florence from he home in Carlsbad, California, and was to visit Greg that very weekend. I did not know whether Joan was to remain in Florence beyond Sunday, the 23rd. I prayed “Lord, I know You are in this. Please give me access.”

As I sat at home in Arizona City, I still felt certain that my prayers and the prayers of the men at Living Hope Community Church would not go unanswered. Then the phone rang. It was Jim Humphrey.I explained the situation to Jim. He was sympathetic, but told me that too many years had pas since his involvement with the chaplaincy—that he had no current connections at Florence. I asked Jim, a Christian brother, to add his prayers. He assured me that he would.

Shortly thereafter, the phone rang again. It was Chris Potts. I related the story to Chris. What he told me, then, was amazing. He said, “Frank, you do know that the warden at Florence is Denny Harkins? Denny was a classmate of ours at Grand Canyon College. His brother Kevin is a close friend of mine.”

If I had known this, I had forgotten. Chris said, “Frank, I will call Kevin and Denny and get back to you.” I was stunned. I cried. Later, Chris called back and told me that he could not reach either Kevin or Denny, but would try again first thing Monday morning. Early Monday morning my phone rang. It was the ever-reliable Chris Potts.

Chris told me that he had spoken with Warden Harkins. “Dennis is not at Florence any longer; he was transferred to the Perryville facility.” Denny told him that State law places rigid restrictions where it comes to personal contact with maximum-security prisoners. But he made some suggestions. He recommended that I call the chaplain’s office. I told Chris that I had already done that. “Denny also suggested that you call the office of the Inmate-Family Liaison,” Chris added. He provided the name and phone number of the person to contact. I told Chris that I would do this immediately. Following God’s call for persistence was proceeding to bear fruit.

My call to Inmate-Family Liaison put me in touch with the person I needed. I spoke with Betty Cassiano and told her the situation. Betty was, clearly, willing to help. She said, “Frank, a request like this generally requires a court order. Let me see what I can do, and get back to you.” She also recommended that I call Warden Toersbijns’ office. Betty Cassiano did gently caution me, “I can’t provide any assurances, so don’t, yet, get your hopes up.” I responded, “Betty, if the Lord wants this to happen, it will.” I thanked her for her assistance.

When I called the warden, I spoke with one of his staff, who told me that Warden Toersbijns was out of the office, but that she would make sure that he received all of the information.

As I experienced the order and the pace of my endeavor, my own behavior was atypical. Among my lesser flaws, I have one overarching failure that exacerbates all the others. I have never practiced patience. Why now did I have a sense of calm… an assurance that God had set out the procedure and if I, patiently, moved at a steady pace, trusting Him, all would be well?

I know what I wanted when I set out. I wanted Greg Dickens to embrace his dying mother, Joan. And, I also know that God wastes neither time nor energy—that His design is economical. I began to see that many more than Greg and Joan Dickens would be beneficiaries of God’s plan. Every person involved would be exposed to God’s way of justice, love, and mercy—the great life-lesson that comes from experiencing God’s sovereign hand at work in the hearts of compassionate persons.

As the process continued, it became increasingly apparent that the prayers over me for access were being answered. I am without doubt that God responds to the prayers of the needy, but I was in awe at what was unfolding. I was clearly experiencing God’s process, but even in my belief I had difficulty believing.

On the afternoon of December 24th, Betty Cassiano returned my call. Her message was simple. “Frank, Greg and his mother will be permitted personal contact. Warden Toersbijns has made the decision. Call his office and you will be told what Mrs. Dickens must do at this point.” I don’t remember my exact response, but it was something like, “You are wonderful, Betty Cassiano.” I know there was an abundance of thank-yous. Perhaps my effusive praises were embarrassing to her, though she gave no indication of it. She merely added, “Mothers are important. And sick mothers are most important.” I hung-up the phone, thanked the Lord, and…cried, joyfully. There were, however, further manifestations of God’s plan to come.

When I called Warden Toersbijns, a woman answered. I told her my name and she said, “This is about Greg Dickens and his mother, right?” I confirmed. She said that Greg was a nice fellow and well liked. She then explained that his mother should have her doctor fax to them an affidavit as to Joan’s medical condition. Then, when Joan arrives at the facility, she will sign a standard waiver relieving the prison and the State of any responsibility should an altercation occur in the cell. She told me that this waiver is required of medical personnel, and others, whose duties require that they enter the cell of a maximum-security inmate. I thanked all involved and told her I would call Joan Dickens.

I called the number that the Pearsons had provided. A woman answered, identifying herself as Lydia. She said that she was a caretaker for Joan Dickens. When I started to explain my purpose for calling, she stopped me. Clearly she did not want me to go into any details that were personal matters involving Joan and Greg. Lydia then told me that Joan was now bedridden, and that she had just received a morphine injection from a visiting hospice worker. She then said, “But I can give you the phone number of Joan’s son, Michael.” I thanked her.

Immediately, I called Michael Dickens. When he answered, I introduced myself and told him of the warden’s decision to allow his mother into Greg’s cell. The hesitation in his voice conveyed some confusion. He did not say it, but I knew that he must have been wondering what it was all about, and why a person unknown to the family had chosen to become involved. After further explanation on my part, Michael said that he was just leaving Irvine, California and was driving to his mother’s home in Carlsbad, California. He said that he would give his mother the information, and that he, or she would call me.

Later in the day, Michael called. He told me that he had told his mother what had occurred in Florence regarding Greg. He told me that Joan was amazed and overjoyed. He added, however, that he wasn’t sure that she understood everything because the medical person who was there had told him that his mother was very close to death, and that she might not live to see Christmas. The expectation of the three-months was now, it seemed, a matter of days. Michael was not optimistic that his mother would be able to get back to Florence. I told Michael that I would convey this information to Warden Toersbijns’ office and to Betty Cassiano.

I called Betty first. When she heard the news, I could hear a sharp intake of breath… then, a pause. She said, “This is so sad.” She said that she would pass this information on and would call me back. It was late in the day, so I did not expect her to carry out her promise until the following day. I was wrong.

At 5:30 p.m., Betty called and said, “I have arranged it so that Greg can telephone his mother.” I was surprised, and asked her how this was decided. She said that she had made the decision, and the warden was in agreement. Again, I wondered, who is this wonderful woman, Betty Cassiano. I went to bed that night hoping that Greg and Joan would accomplish that conversation.

The next day, I received a call from Anne and Warren Pearson. Anne was thrilled as she related what had occurred. She related that the warden had ordered that Greg be brought to his office. When Greg, not knowing what to expect, arrived at the warden’s office, he was told that a fellow had appealed that his mother be allowed a personal visit that would grant her personal contact with him. Greg was also told that they had been made aware of his mother’s rapidly deteriorating health. “We are going to call your mother right now, Greg, so that you and she can speak to one another.” Anne told me that Greg and Joan were able to talk for quite a while.

Anne called me again the following day. She said, “Frank, the most wonderful thing has happened.” She told me that she had spoken with Lydia who was amazed at what happened after Joan had been told about the warden’s involvement, and his decision that if Joan were able she would be permitted personal contact with Greg. “Mrs. Pearson,” Lydia continued, “Joan has been bedridden and close to death, but after she received that news, she has been up, even insisting that she would have her meals at the dining room table. He hope has been renewed, and she seems determined to stay alive long enough to return to Florence to be with her son.”

I reminded Anne that the required fax should be sent to the warden’s office right away so that should Joan recover sufficiently to make the long trip back, there would be no delays in her being with Greg.

Today is December 31st. New Years Eve! The remarkable story continues. I do not know what the eventual outcome will be and what the new year will bring. What I do know is that this story undoubtedly has touched many persons. It is more than the Greg and Joan Dickens story. God will have used them to touch the lives of many.

I am also determined that the story does not end here. Helen and Ill be gone from Arizona for three months, to be with family in Washington and Indiana. When we return, I will visit Warden Toersbijns and Betty Cassiano to thank them, face-to-face. I then intend to seek persons in the Arizona State Legislature, who might see the importance of making some adjustments to State law that will give greater consideration to others who could be faced with similar circumstances. The poignant story of Greg and Joan Dickens would, by God’s providence, have future impact upon an even greater number of persons.

We have only a limited knowledge of God’s love, justice, and mercy, for a full knowledge is beyond human understanding. What we do know, however, is that all that we can understand is by faith… the assurance of things hoped for. (Hebrews 1:11)

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow,

Frank Maguire

January 1, 2008

As this story continues, I will keep you informed. God has taken care of the legal red-tape portion of this situation and He will take care of the rest. Being witnesses to how this has touched Frank's heart and life has been a tremendous joy to Don and I. To God be the glory!