April 5, 2021 Update from Lisa

Update 4/5/21

Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings in the name of the Lord, the One Who says to count it all joy when we meet trials of various kinds because the testing of our faith produces steadfastness so that in its full effect, we may be perfect and complete lacking nothing (paraphrase of James 1:2-3).  Trials.  We all have them.  I have them – yes, even in jail.  In fact, as I write this, the dorm TV, which just happens to be only approximately 4 feet from the foot of my bunk is blaring loudly (#65 on loudness) on a popular music game show (3 hours long!) whose messages are of . . . well, let’s just say the songs speak of things and situations which break all Ten Commandments including Jesus’ expansions of those commandments (Matthew 5:27-28 and I John 3:15 for example).  Since I’m bunked due to the break time of our C.O., I am stuck sitting at the head of my bunk, eyes averted downward.

I asked one of the girls what the purpose of the show is.  Her comment?  FUN!  Well, it’s not my kind of “fun.”  Instead, I prefer carafes full of milk coffee with scones of any kind or fresh grated ginger bars or a slice of any of Isabella’s single layer cakes or almond joy cookies or Nana’s fudge or . . . well, you get the flavor picture) paired with rocking chairs and friends with the beautiful, sweet sound of their chatter.  (I particularly miss my red carafe coffee times!)  Now we’re unbunked and the girls have pulled up their chairs in front of the TV, clapping, laughing; cheering and shouting comments – all at the foot of my bed.  Out of 15 girls only 3 are not watching it (2 are coloring and I am writing you all).   “There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”   I Cor 10:13

Maybe you’re wondering as to why the TV is at the foot of my bed in the first place?  You see, I’m living in a county jail that houses Federal prisoners, and county jails are different than Federal jails.  HOW?  I can speak of this one only, of course, and compare it to the Florida Detention Center.

One of the differences is that here I have to ask to use one pair of unit nail clippers (yes, they do disinfect them); whereas; in Federal we buy our own and are able to keep it in our room.  In county, razors must be requested and are handed out only at specific times then are blade-checked upon return as they are not communal razors; whereas, in Federal, we can keep as many as we want in our room.   In county, all medicine including my thyroid medicine is given via a nurse, and upon med call, those taking meds line up to wait our turn to approach the medicine cart so we can tip our pill, which is housed in a small paper cup into our mouth, chase it down with water, making sure we then show the C.O. who is guarding us our empty cup, our water cup, our open mouth, and under our tongue to prove we took our medicine.  However, in Federal I can keep a 2-week supply of my medicine in my room.  One more example is that in county, inmates can move around only in an enclosed area such as a dorm or a cell area with the door to the “outside” locked at all times, not necessarily the outside-outside, but rather any area outside that locked door, where in the Fed we can move around from our cells to various areas such as the recreation area, the computer room, or the cafeteria (in county we are served the food in our designated living area such as here in the dorm where I am living.  Oh, the TV difference is that in county there is one TV per designated area (on my side of the dorm up to 16 women can live in an area the size of a 55 x 22 1/2 tile space with a tile being the size of a size 10 shoe with 1 TV housed on a 4 foot TV shelf) where in Fed, the TV is either in a separate closed room or mounted high and silent in the main room where it can be heard only through purchased headphones.

Many of you have asked me about being able to wear a head covering.  At this present time, I still have not been granted the wearing of a head covering (according to 1 Corinthians 11).  I have formally requested twice (and spoken to several persons in charge) to wear the veiling here at Niagara County Jail and twice (formally) at FDC to no avail.  I am still hopeful especially because a sister in Christ has been instrumental in contacting the appropriate people here to help in the education process of the 5 W’s (5 W’s being:  Who, What, Where, When and Why) of a head covering because the Anabaptist/Mennonite faith is not listed in the corporate handbook.  Please continue to pray with me on this situation.

Last but in no way least I want to thank all of you for ALL that you have send me.  If I have not sent you a thank you note it is because of one of the following reasons:  I don’t know who the sender is because the jail rips off the return address (sometimes this happens even if the return address is handwritten); the package doesn’t contain the name of the one who sent the item (consequently, please write me separately to let me know that you sent me something); as I recently discovered I’m not putting enough stamps on the letters going out of the country, or my writing supplies were too few (however, for the month of April God through some of you who are anonymous to me has supplied that need – thank you so much!).  May I say that letter writing is a ministry (especially during COVID when one cannot have visitors – oh, how I feel for those in nursing homes!) and I appreciate all of you writing to encourage me and uplift me in the Lord.  Thank You!  Thank You!  And Thank You!

“The LORD bless you and keep you;
the LORD make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you;
the LORD lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.”  Numbers 6:24-26

Serving Him,

Lisa

P.S. Just a reminder:  MAILED ITEMS NOT ALLOWED

 

If your inmate is mailed anything other than a letter, postcard or greeting card it won’t get through.

However as stated above, because of the increased smuggling of drugs, more and more jails are only allowing pre-stamped or metered, solid color or white postcards to be received by inmates.

Examples of prohibited items include:

Stamps and stickers.

Musical greeting cards.

Altered mail such as perfumed or lipstick covered.

Paper with any type of stains such as grease.

News clippings.

Crayon, felt tip or hand painted drawings.

 

Easter Update – Lisa Miller

FIRST APPEARED IN WASLALA LIFE 4/21/21

 

Easter Update 4-4-21

Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings in the name of the Lord who is RISEN and who is looking down upon us from His throne in heaven.  Today is the day that most Christ-followers here in the U.S celebrate Easter as Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection.  If you are one of those and were in church this morning, I hope that you went home encouraged to persevere in your walk with our Lord.  If you are not a follower of Christ, I pray that you will soon (if not today!) change your allegiance from whatever or whomever you are serving (for we all serve something or someone) to Christ, the only One who can fill our every longing (and yes, I speak from experience).

Well, I attended church in Lockport, NY County Jail this morning with three other ladies (two on one side of the dorm’s floor to ceiling chain-linked fence and two, including myself, on the other side) dressed not in the usual finery of a new spring dress but dressed rather in gray sweatpants and an orange t-shirt overlaid with an orange sweatshirt.  Since we don’t have jail-sponsored religious activities (due to COVID) another inmate asked me to help her organize an Easter service.  I responded with a “Sure.”  We sang, “This is the Day That the Lord Hath Made,” had a topic while reading portions of Christ’s crucifixion and resurrection from Scripture, had a sharing time of what Easter means to us and of course we had prayer.

Since I was asked to give the topic, I chose to share about Jesus’ life from the Garden of Gethsemane to His crucifixion.  Lest you think I’m preaching to you, I’ll share with you just my closing comments, which reiterate the main parts of my topic.

1)     Even tho’ Jesus was betrayed,

He showed no bitterness.

2)     Even tho’ Jesus was accused falsely,

He remained quiet.

3)     Even tho’ Jesus’ closest friends deserted Him at His time of need,

He showed no anger toward them.

4)     Even tho’ Jesus was mocked, spit on, struck and flayed open,

He did not retaliate.

5)     Even tho’ Jesus suffered at the hands of people, dying an agonizing death,

He still says, “behold I am with you always, to the end of the age.”

I felt so inadequate and was humbled to tears while sharing these TRUTHS with these ladies.  Even so, I am thankful that the Holy Spirit lives within me, enabling me to share with them what true love really looks like.

I’d like to close this letter with the reading that closed (before prayer) the service.  I hope that you are as blessed by the reading as I was (and still am):

The Cross is the Test of Love

Everything Jesus did in His life of obedience to the Father here in our world found its climax on the Cross.  There, finally He proved to the world of men how far He was prepared to go to rescue them.  There He showed, once and for all, what love really means.  There is no such thing as love that does not embrace suffering and self-sacrifice.

If we think we love someone, let us test that love by asking how far we are prepared to go for that person’s sake!

If we imagine we love the Lord Christ, let us look at His broken and bleeding body hung up with nails and ask if what we call “love” has any of that quality in it.  How much?  How far will we go?  What price will we pay?  “Obedient unto death” – is that what we mean by love?  It is what He meant.  “Love one another as I have loved you,” was His command (John 15:12). (Elisabeth Elliot, the Music of His Promises, pg. 98)

Please pray for us:  that God gives the growth of His Word (1 Corinthians 3:5-15).

Serving Him where I am planted,

Lisa

Want to write Lisa:

Lisa Miller #149005A

P.O. Box 496

Lockport, NY 14095

Rules for writing: https://tinyurl.com/yrn3m3v5

Happy Birthday, Isabella!

 

 

 

 

ISABELLA

She is 19 today!

Isabella is still in Nicaragua, while Lisa is in the Niagara County Jail in Lockport, NY. We are sure Isabella is missing her mother because they have not been apart prior to January 20, 2021, when Lisa turned herself into the US embassy in Nicaragua.

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[THIS POST FIRST APPEARED IN WASLALA LIFE.]

 Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings to you in the name of Jesus, the only One who can meet our every need.  Need:  my Webster’s New Pocket Dictionary that I bought on commissary defines “need” (n) as “1. A state in which something necessary is required.  2. Something required or wanted.  3. Poverty.  4. Necessity; obligation.”

I’m in jail, so what do I really need?  Food, clothing and shelter.  I’m provided all three.  Fellowship with other believers.  God provides for that by putting on the hearts and minds of my brothers and sisters in Christ to give me a cup of cold water (“Like cold water to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.” Prov. 25:25), and to “visit me.” (Matthew 25:35,36) Sometimes though, I ask myself, “What about certain foods and clothing?”  In here I am eating what I am served, which sometimes when I ask, “What is this?” the inmates jokingly respond, “cat food.” (Yes, sometimes it really does look like cat food!)  I’m wearing what they give me – whether I want to or not, whether it fits or not, whether (oh no!) I “look good” in it or not (orange, though, is my favorite color).

How about my material possessions?  What do I really need?  Do I need the bean Thai noodles that my neighbor gets sent in? (after all, ethnic food is my favorite after tater tots 😊).  Do I need another pair of sweats (so I don’t have to wear the same one day after day)?  Do I need chocolate? (Don’t I deserve some pleasure?)  Hmm . . . when I really think about my needs, I see that ALL I really need is what will help me advance God’s kingdom and what will help me fulfill God’s Great Commission.  For each of us, of course, those needs will vary.  “But godliness with contentment is great gain, for we brought nothing into this world, and we cannot take anything out of this world.  But if we have food and clothing with these, we will be content. Bu those who desire to be rich fall into temptation, into a snare, into many senseless and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction (I Tim. 6:6-10).

The richness of my wanting more interferes with my focus on being content with what I do have right now in my clear under-the-bed plastic velcroed “bag” (dehydrated beans, 1.6 oz summer sausage, sardines, tuna, coffee, creamer, 1 pack of peanuts, several jolly rancher candies, saltines, popcorn, salt, 2 oz pack peanut butter, various hygiene products, and numerous manila envelopes full of your mail and various receipts and such).  On top of my bunk (my Bible, godly books, writing supplies, clothes, soap, shampoo, lotion) and under my mattress (writing paper, 1 word find, and 1 crossword puzzle book).

I am rich.  Richer than many who have more because it’s my brothers and sisters in Christ whom God is working through to provide all my needs.  As long as I “pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness (and) fight the good fight of the faith.  Take hold of the eternal life to which you (I am) were called and about which you (I) made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses (I Tim. 6:11b-12) God will “provide all my needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” (Phil. 4:19)

How am I pursuing, fighting and taking hold in jail?  One way is by being focused on being “ready to give a [logical] defense to anyone who asks you to account for the hope and confident assurance [elicited by faith] that is within you, yet [do it] with gentleness and respect.” (Amplified version) By what practical means?  Well, on Wednesdays we have a Bible Study using John Coblentz’s Journey into God.  In addition, I am privileged to answer questions about topics related to the difference between war and murder, the reasons for the absence of sacrifices for today’s Christ followers, the antiquity and validity of Scripture, the differences between world religions (and religions closer to home) and “Christianity,” and the fallacy of the “all we need is to believe and you’ll enter into the kingdom of heaven,” just to name a few. =).

I’ll close this letter with an example of a way of “pursuing, fighting and taking hold. “ The other day a question arose (related to a TV movie which was playing) about tarot cards.  Someone asked, “What are they?”  One lady explained and then proclaimed that there was nothing wrong with using them.  Meanwhile, the questioner continued to determine if they were “of God.”  I listened, without speaking, for a while and then interjected with, “I’ve used them in the past and know that they are wrong . . .  not of God.”  What a powerful 3-way dialogue followed!  The conclusion?  The questioner who was trying to determine the “what” and “why” of tarot cards concluded with the statement, “How can you say you know God and do tarot cards?!” (Now both of us are known as the one who “peaches.” 😊)

Brothers and sisters and friends, “Rejoice in the Lord always; again, I will say rejoice.  Let your gentleness be known to everyone.  The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be known to God.  And the peace of God which passeth all understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:4-7)

Serving Him,

Lisa

NOTE: The jail is requesting that all mail be sent to the following address:

Lisa Miller #149005A

Niagara County Jail

PO Box 496

Lockport, NY  14095

 **Please only use this address so that I can obey the jail’s rules.  Thank you. **

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UPDATE ON PHILIP ZODHIATES

Philip was released from Ashland Correctional Institution on March 26, 2021 to a halfway house in Lebanon, VA.  He has been approved for home confinement, but it must be approved through the Bureau of Prisons (BOP) first.  He has had 2–48-hour visits to home so far.

The Lord greatly used him during his time at Ashland with two inmates saying, “God send you here for me!” He has held nightly prayer meetings and weekly Bible studies. Many have come to the Lord.

Besides bringing others into the Kingdom, Philip has been able to enrich his own life by reading hundreds of books.

Thank you to everyone who has prayed for him and Kathie during the past 2 and ½ years.

The civil suit is still progressing although Isabella is now 19 years of age. Janet Jenkins is suing everyone involved – Lisa, Philip, Ken Miller (has served his sentence), Timo Miller (has served his sentence), Liberty Counsel (law firm which represented Lisa), Rena Lindevaldsen (the attorney with Liberty Counsel) and Linda Wall (a close friend) for alienation of affection. Donations are still needed to cover on-going attorney’s fees for this suit.

Love in Christ,

 

 

Janet F. Stasulli

Co-Founder and President

Philippians 4:19:         “But my God will supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”

Lisa Miller – March 8, 2021

March 8, 2021

Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings in the name of the Lord who is All-Knowing. Today, I’d like to share with you beloved brothers and sisters in Christ a poem that was recently sent to me. My hope is that it encourages you as much as it encouraged me.

In His hands I leave tomorrow

For my heavenly Father knows

What is needed for my future

When it comes He will disclose

Ways and means I cannot reckon

As His all-providing Power

Brings to pass the right solution

All sufficient for each hour.

As I meet with calm assurance

What the present now requires,

I am given strength and purpose

So I ask for my desires

May be righteous, just and kindly

Measured by His love, I pray

In His hands I’ll leave tomorrow

As I walk with Him today.

(unknown)

 

As I meet with calm assurance what the present now requires . . . Yesterday (March 7), I wrestled with my present not just for a minute or an hour, but for almost an entire shift. I wrestled so much that my countenance must have changed because a CO (during her rounds) stopped in her tracks and asked, “Ms. Miller, are you OK?” Since she startled me out of my reflecting, I quickly shook my hand and said, “Yeah.” Later God convicted me of lying. Lying because I was pondering 3 particular ankle-biters that have their teeth firmly attached in my flesh.

Ankle-biters? These little, as opposed to big, situations that are present in lives.  My ankle-biters? My health – increase in my thyroid medication, but waiting to get blood taken; missing my daughter – not only missing her presence, but the rituals and traditions we shared; and the Feds – I just can’t wrap my brain around their ways. I mulled over these 3 ankle-biters until at the end of the shift, the same CO stopped again to ask, “Ms. Miller, you sure you’re OK?” This time, I replied, “Ankle-biters.” “Everything will work out, you know,” she replied. “I know. I know.” I said, slowly with a smile. Then she walked away. I thought about our short exchange of words and for about an hour more, I mulled, the decided the following:

“Even though the ankle-biters are still there, I’m going to give the care and feeding of my ankle-biters to God. They are His responsibility now, which leaves my only responsibility my ATTITUDE about them.”

And, with that thought, I prepared for bed and laid “down in peace and sleep: for thee, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety” (Psalm 4:9).

When I woke the following morning, God was still with me speaking to me through His Word, giving me a balm through I Corinthians 3:9-23; 4:1-5 to slather on those ankle-biters. As a result, “I am given strength and purpose.” “In His hands, I’ll leave tomorrow as I walk with Him today.”

Serving Him at NCCF

Lisa

Philip’s Final Letter from Prison

March 14, 2021
Sunday, day 832

Dear friends:

Janet Stasulli at 419Fund.com wanted me to write an update specifically for those who have followed my case on her website and graciously prayed for Kathie, my family and me as well as contributed toward my legal expenses. My family and I would like to thank especially Janet Stasulli, whom I did not even know previously, for being such a blessing and coming alongside of us – – especially Kathie – – during these past 2 1/2 years.

And thank you, for your prayers, letters, cards, and financial support. Thank Michael Erkel for your weekly and now daily letters I can always count on, and those of you who have written monthly. Thank you lifesitenews.com, Lamplighter Publications, and Lighthouse Trails Publishing for the publicity you have provided, which has resulted in many encouraging letters.

Kathie, William, and Josiah have been so faithful and held together the home front filing taxes, enduring and beating an IRS audit, paying bills, keeping Response Unlimited going and dealing with tragedies (such as my mom‘s death), and emergencies without me by their side. Kathie especially, who has been amazingly enduring for one who hates to be alone.

It seems that next week in less than 7 days (March 26, to be exact), I’ll be walking out the front door where I self-surrendered at 2:00 PM on December 5, 2018. Kathie, William and Josiah will be picking me up and driving me to Lebanon Community Correctional Center in Lebanon, Virginia where I must check in by 2:00 PM. It will be up to those there whether I will stay, or whether I will go to home detention. Please pray!! My sentence ends completely on June 24, 2021, and then I will still be on “probation” for 1 year.

I know little if anything about what is going on with the civil suit, other than Lisa Miller‘s surrender to authorities, and Isabella Miller’s release of all defendants, has put the plaintiff’s lawyers suddenly on the defensive. They suspended all depositions at least temporarily. But I have been receiving no updates at all.

Judge Arcara has yet to rule on my motion “to vacate due to insufficient counsel” (2255), even though it has been eight months since the last responses have been filed. This has been surprising in a way, since the statute is so clear that no laws were broken as I truly believed Isabella was a victim of abuse during mandatory visitations. I am still praying for complete vindication.

I have so much to be grateful and thankful for. God has kept us in life and has not allowed our feet to slip. For He has tried us, He has refined us as silver is refined. He did bring me into the prison; and did lay an oppressive burden upon our loins . . . we went through fire and through water; yet He is bringing us now into a place of abundance . . .  certainly, God has heard; He has given heed to the voice of our prayer. Blessed be God who has not turned away our prayer, nor His loving kindness from us (adapted from Psalm 66:9-12, 19-20)!

Please don’t forget to be praying at 2 o’clock on Friday, March 26!

In HIS Service,
Philip

A Different World

March 7, 2021

Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings in the name of the Lord who prepares us for “Putting on the Full Armor” in order to be prepared for battle. This morning while sitting in my cage of a room here at NCCF (Niagara County Jail) I was blessed to be able to listen to a sermon (several actually 😊). One particular pastor was teaching from Ephesians 6:10-24 and I happened upon it while he was expounding on verse 18. I ask y’all to please pray verses 19-20 for me as I continue to reside where He places me. He knows the plans for my life and I place my life in His hands.

In the past, I’ve heard people say that jail/prison is a different world. Now that I live in this “world,” I would say that rather than this environment being a “different world,” it is just a more concentrated version of the world we all live in. “The harvest is white.” My heart is deeply saddened when I hear women tell me their stories of living on the streets “living in” so they have something to eat, giving away their children and other such experiences or putting their pleasure above their children’s welfare and more. I heard these stories at FDC (Federal Detention Center, Miami, FL) and I hear them also here at NCCF.

Please pray for me as I pray for wisdom and boldness in knowing What to say, When to say it and How to say it with Whom God send my way. THANK YOU!

“Cage of a room?” Ever been to a zoo? Well . . . that is how it is at NCCF. My room is an approximately 9×6 foot 3-sided metal with a 4th side being bars attached to metal cage. Sides open electronically at the touch of a CO’s command. A 2 ½ foot wide door cut out of the barred front. Each cell is equipped with a toilet (out in the open), a sink with a push button cold H2O faucet, a metal bed with a green plastic covered loose foam mattress, a 2×1 foot metal shelf attached to the wall and a metal shelf that runs the length of the back wall. What makes it even more zoo-like is that our row of 16 cells is completely surrounded by a cage of bars which allows us approximately 10 feet of floor space to socialize with the other inmate, but only with a select few because the back 5 of the row of cells are separated from the others by yet another fence of bars. This is supposedly for population control – fewer mingling girls, fewer noxious disagreements. Hmm . . . now you know the reason behind the zoos keeping all the different breeds of tigers apart 😊.

Since I’m in quarantine, I’m only allowed out of my locked cage ☹ for a one 15-minute shower, one 15-minute phone call, and one 15-minute commissary placement order per day. Otherwise, out of quarantine I would be basically permitted roaming privileges for the majority of my daylight hours. In addition, once I’m out of quarantine, I am permitted outside one hour per day. Yes! I’ve been told outside in a fenced in yard; very unlike FDC’s “outside,” which was a 4-walled room with the exception of a small section WAY up high fenced window of sorts running on the one outside wall. Other than the outside time, we are only off our caged-in unit for court, medical calls and face-time calls.

The first week of quarantine I spent trying my hand at a crossword puzzle book that my neighbor gave me (bless her!). Admittedly, I found myself looking up some answers (after all I’ve been out of touch for 11 years 😊), but overall, I found myself being able to answer more and then even move clues. Maybe I won’t get Alzheimer’s after all! (I’ve been accused of being a candidate for it because my memory can sometimes be likened unto a sieve).  Also, I was able to read a few books.

Unfortunately, it is very noisy in here – TV’s (one on each end of our row) on 15+ hours each day, girls shouting entire conversations, cell to cell, and the ever present very echoing “Male on board” or “Male staff” call. “I am grateful for that call so I can be sure to maintain modest. So far, I haven’t had to call out “Wait!” but I will if I need to!) We also have CO’s making “rounds” every 15 minutes to ensure our safety.

It’s called a round because our row of cells back up to the other row of cells so the COs are literally walking around a block of caged in caged cells.

For this second week of quarantine, I have been blessed with not one but two “doctrinal” books (thank you!!) to scour about God. God sure knows how to treat me. Matthew 7:11: “So if you, despite being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!” He provided through a complete stranger a book that both my daughter and I have wanted to read for years and the other book is one whose author I have been interested in hearing but had not been able to obtain any of his “sermons.”  God knew that I needed to read those two authors “here” instead of “there.”

God gave me gifts (through y’all!) too at FDC: a beautiful study Bible, an awesome drawing of a bison with a well-chosen scripture written under it, photos of precious families, widows and single ladies who are praying for me; pretty calligraphy pictures and verses, copies of songs lyrics, cute duck (and other pictures) photo and verse cards, and scads of encouraging scriptures, poems, quotes and sermon notes, articles and stories within stacks of encouraging letters. Oh my! Thank you! Thank you! It’s wonderful to be a part of a Christian community who bears one another burdens.

(Please, whoever sent me the “farmer” story, please send it again. I copied that one several times for inmates at FDC. I hope that whoever is reading it now 😊 is blessed by the farmer’s message!)

I’ll close with some notes from my first every sermon that I heard in jail (I bought a radio). I have been told that there are not any Christian services here. I hope the thoughts “spur you on to be zealous” for Him as they have done for me:

  • A recent Gallop Poll reported that the Bible is the least read best seller. How sad! How are we to know Jesus if we don’t read?
  • Jesus wept. Why? Unbelief, John 11:40,42

And finally, a chorus from a song I heard after another sermon: “If I’m going to be known for something, I want to be known for you” (Jesus).

Again, please pray for me.

“Peace be to the brethren, and love with faith, from ‘God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity. Amen” (Ephesians 6:23-24).

Thank you for helping me put on the full armor of God.

Serving Him,

Lisa Miller #149005A

P.O. Box 496

Lockport, NY 14095

 

 

March 5, 2021 Update from Lisa Miller

Lisa’s address:

Lisa Miller #149005A

Niagara County Jail

5526 Niagara Street Ext

P.O. Box 496

Lockport, NY 14095

 

Regulations:

  • Do not use stick-on address labels
  • Do not send cards with glitter
  • Do not write in any ink color black or blue – no “colored” pencil
  • White paper
  • Check the website for other particulars:

https://www.jailexchange.com/city-and-county-jails/new-york/niagara-county/niagara-county-jail/mail-an-inmate

 

March 5, 2021 – 4th Update

Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings from the 3rd day at Niagara Correctional Center in Buffalo, NY (NCCF) in the name of the Savior WHO is above all names.

At 10:55 p.m., 5 minutes before lights out, on Wednesday February 24, 2021, a guard tapped on the tall skinny window of my locked from the outside door to tell me that at 4:30 a.m. the US Marshals would pick me up for transport and that I should pack all my personal property.  He then told me to get some sleep. All I’ll say is that packing in the dark should be considered an art! 😊

4:30 a.m. met me with a CO’s face peering into my still dark room as he was unlocking my door. I grabbed my laundry bag of my personal property and followed the CO downstairs to R&DC (receiving and delivery) to begin the process of leaving Federal Detention Center, Miami, FL (FDC). After my property was inventoried, my body searched for contraband, my greens changed for grays, I was finally ready to step “outside” of the FDC to meet the Marshals in the tunnel connecting FDC to the Marshals’ headquarters. Here (tunnel) they shackled my hands and took me to a holding cell to await the arrival of 2 more Marshals. Of course, I knew nothing until it actually occurred, so, I used all my waiting times wisely with praying and singing.

I was transported to the Florida airport and was treated to not 1, but 2 American Airline flights complete with shackles (around my waist) hidden beneath my gray sweatshirt and handcuffs covered with a black t-shirt draped over and tucked behind my hands. Needless to say, I’m sure I looked conspicuous while traveling in gray sweatpants, a raveling long sleeved beige thermal peering out from under a 2 sizes too big gray sweatshirt with dark brown socks glaring beneath my muted pink slip-on showers shows not to mention my disheveled long braided hair trailing behind with hair sticking out like the Flying Nun due to the pat down before we left the holding cell area. So, the next time you fly and you see someone in grays with plastic slip-on shower shoes without her (his) hands visible flanked between two “normal” looking people, that person may just be a PRISONER. 😊

Yesterday, I had my arraignment via Zoom. I pled “NOT GUILTY” to a two-count indictment with Count One being “conspiracy” carrying a possible 5-year jail term without a fee penalty and Count Two being “International Parental Kidnapping” carrying a possible 3-year jail term with a fee penalty.

Jesus said through Paul in I Corinthians 6:1: “Does any one of you, when he has a case against his neighbor, dare to go to law before the unrighteous and not before the saints?” In addition, Jesus Himself was reviled and falsely accused, yet he remained silent. Furthermore, we as Christ followers are promised suffering and persecution in our lives (Matthew 5:10-11; Philippians 1:29; 2:3-8, 14-17). Who am I to be above the law?

Consequently . . . here I sit dressed in clothes two sizes too big in a locked 24/7 quarantine cell, once again without “personal property.” The US Marshals here in NY even took my personal mail, including all my addresses, emails, lawyer information and legal mail. Thankfully, I had memorized one of my attorney’s phone number.

Overall, God is STILL supplying my needs and letting me know that He is here with me:

  • A comfortable ride from FDC to NCCF
  • Tator tots for my first meal at NCCF
  • Having a NT Bible available while I was in a NCCF isolation cell waiting to be taken to quarantine (the CO was very doubtful that there was one down in that area but said she’d look for me anyway. When she returned, she said, “You’re in luck!” Luck? Nope, Providence!)
  • And the next day was just icing on the cake: the lady in the cell next to me asked me, “So, you’re a Christian?” I replied with just one word, “Yes.” I then saw an arm sticking out with a small book in her hand and I heard, “Here. Please don’t do anything to it.” (Earlier that same day, she had made it clear to the girls that she doesn’t lend out anything anymore.) “I won’t . . .,” I answered. The book? A Christian one! What a double blessing – double because since we’re not permitted books from the book cart (due to possible spreading COVID) while we are in quarantine, only books sent in from the outside or books already in the quarantine area (which total really old ones) are permitted, I didn’t have anything other than reading my Bible (which I was 😊) and now I have not only that book but it is a “doctrinal” book as well.

I take comfort in the fact that “All things work together for good to those who love the Lord and who are called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28) T.D. Jakes says (NO, I am not promoting his books.), “You don’t become frustrated or overwhelmed by those things you can’t pray away, rebuke away, cast away, fast away, confess away, or speak away. Why? Because you know that if its in your life, God has allowed it and He wants to use it (since it’s there) to transform you into the express image of Christ.” (Jakes, Why? Page 74) This quote brings me full circle to “for just as the sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance, so also our comfort is abundant in Christ.”

I want to thank all who have been writing me. Unfortunately, the Marshals did not permit me to take any of my personal property, which included photos, opened mail, 40 letters that were addressed just waiting for stamps and mail which I had just received and had not been able to sufficiently read (one was a stack of letters via priority mail and another one was a beautiful hand drawn picture of a bison ☹☹). I am so disappointed about the loss of my mail; especially the 40 or so that went unmailed and addresses. Please forgive me if you don’t receive a reply from me. My desire is to recover that loss . . . however, I’m STILL waiting for my book bag from January 27th full of clothes, candy (😊), Bible (the first one they wouldn’t let me have), and medical information to be delivered to the address I gave the Marshall who asked for that address.

My understanding is that I’ll stay here at NCCF until my trial; however, the Feds can move me wherever they want in the name of “diesel therapy.”* Regardless, I’m confident that God won’t give me any more than I can handle.  “A bright new day dawns after dark night” (Jakes).

I’ll close with what I said to the US Marshal who was sitting next to me on the last leg of my American Airlines journey: “I’m excited to see what God has for me. (pause) Anticipating His Will makes these chains lighter.”

Serving Him,

Lisa Miller

*Wikipedia: “Diesel therapy” is a form of punishment in which prisoners are shackled and then transported for days or weeks. It has been described as “the cruelest aspect of being a federal inmate.” It has been alleged that some inmates are deliberately sent to incorrect destinations as an exercise of diesel therapy.

March 9, 2021 Letter from Lisa Miller

February 21, 2021 Update

Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings to all of you in the name of our Lord who knows all things. Today is the “Lord’s Day” and I find that I am experiencing it quite differently than I have in the past. Typically, Sunday is media- and technology-free (with the exception of viewing or listening to a sermon) and it is a day of quiet rest. As you can imagine, it is not quiet here and unfortunately there are no services for “Christians.” In fact, I was told that this detention center does not even have a regular pastor or any type of ministry for “Christians,” Catholics and Jews, yes, but Christians, no. Even the anticipated Bible study (see last update) fell through. Nevertheless, I will use my lock down time wisely, especially since I now have an “Annotated Reference Bible, which is allowing me to study God’s Word more in depth. I will also resist the temptation to check my email. (Oh! The pull is strong because this is the first time in 11 years when I can go to a computer that has instant connection to email. It’s like a child in a candy shop!)  Confession: I did check email today . . . next Sunday I hope to remember to resist that temptation!

Again, I want to thank all of you who have been writing to me. Your letters have been a witness to others; allowing me to testify to the Truth that “Yes, there are unified bodies of Christ followers living and breathing on our earth.” What a joy it is for me to tell those inmates who ask “Why you got so much mail” . . . “We’ve been here longer than you and you get more mail than us. Why?” My mail comes from complete strangers and that those “strangers” are actually brothers and sisters in Christ, which makes us family in Christ.

When one suffers, we all suffer; therefore, I thank you for following Christ’s mandate to “visit those in prison.” Jesus’ words in Matthew 25:31-46 is one of my most favorite admonitions of His and now that I’m living a life in prison, I can better understand the significance of His admonition especially as it relates to showing His glory; “so that they may know from the rising of the sun to its setting that there is a none beside Me . . . (Isaiah 45:6a). Because you are obeying Jesus, I am able to witness more effectively with cold hard facts: Bless you!!

Life on the floor is measured in segments. We’re locked down about 20 hours each day. There is a 10:00 a.m., 4 p.m. and 10 p.m. stand up count where the officers walk by our locked doors to check to see if we’re still alive. Meals are served roughly on time. After my door is unlocked, I line up on the main floor, take my tray, walk back to my room, scoop out any food I want and put it in my plastic container “bowl,” then walk back downstairs to bang my tray against the inside of the trash can in order to empty it of any unwanted food before returning to eat. I must say that in my room, I do contribute food to support the saying, “There are starving children in China, which could eat that.” Unfortunately, prison food is not conducive to my food allegories. I try my best to stay away from the 4 deadly whites, but that’s next to impossible here. The one food item that I do look forward to is tater tots. The first time I saw them on my tray, my Bunkie thought I’d gone crazy. It’s been 11 years since my taste buds savored those little bundles of processed shredded potatoes and I admit that I continue to look for them every mealtime.

Other than those tots, I only crave the fresh no mayo chicken salad (unfortunately, it’s a rare food item in here). I am grateful to be fed and I’m sure that many of my fellow inmates are eating way better than if they were “out on the streets” (lingo for life outside prison). Even though I miss cooking for and eating with Isabela, it is a treat to go to a “restaurant” every day.” 😊

I’m still waiting for a pack out (lingo for being transferred to your final destination upon being sentenced or for trial). According to the new laws, we as inmates are not permitted to know when a pack out will occur. We had anticipated that we would know roughly the date because we are supposed to have a COVID test and be quarantined for 2 weeks prior to transport, but that is not always the case (recently, two inmates were moved without those requirements being met). I do know (at least that’s what the Marshalls told me) that I will go to the Oklahoma Detention Center (not sure which one) to await another pack out to my designated prison in Buffalo, NY (for trial).

As far as I know there is no new information regarding either my criminal case or any civil case. I’m waiting on the Lord. In the meantime, I’m trying to serve Him where I am by “running in the path of God’s commands (Psalm 119) and by stay[ing] and strong in service to the Lord (David Malbuff).

In His Service,

Lisa Miller

I Corinthians 9:19

March 2, 2021 – Lisa Miller

February 16, 2021

Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings from the Florida Detention Center in Miami in the name of our Savior WHO is able to do above and beyond all that we can even imagine! Thank you for all the letters, which I have received while in quarantine and thank you for your prayers. It is such a blessing to read your encouragements while in a place such as this. Thank you!

As I’m writing this update, I am sitting on the top bunk amidst a stack of books (classics, biographies and “Christian” prison stories) and gifts from some of the inmates. I was released from quarantine with cheering from the ladies of the SHU, their smiling faces pressed against the small narrow windows of their locked doors.

As soon as I arrived on the floor, I was snatched up as a roommate (later she told me that I looked “calm.” I felt that it was “the peace that passeth all understanding” – thanks be to God). Once I made my bed (w/two flat sheets 😊) my cell neighbor greeted me with a cup of hot coffee in a large clear plastic mug, which was her gift to me (we must buy our own eating and drinking implements as well as soap, shampoo and other daily hygiene items).

Next a gaggle of women, masked and w/bright sparkling eyes, showed up at my door with not one, but three bags of supplies and goodies – from a pair of sweatpants (there are no dresses in here) to mac-n-cheese. Then they announced that there would be a Bible study starting on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I think I’ll check it out. It’s TRUE – “My God shall supply my every need.”

As I am writing this, more ladies keep popping in to give me needed items, a brush, a toothbrush (I never thought I’d be excited to get a gift of a full-size toothbrush, but I am!) and other such items. One woman even gave me her in progress word search and a full-size pencil with eraser (goodbye 2” putt putt gold pencil and plastic shower “eraser” – try it, it really works). God’s provisions keep coming! I have a new appreciation for the little items in life – such as a hairbrush (it’s been 21 days since I either combed or brushed my hair).

Since I’ve already slipped off the bunk bed ladder and landed bottom down while trying to descend from my high perch, we rigged up a system for my descent. I step down on the counter, which is directly next to the bed and I then step down on a black hard plastic topped clothes container before both of my feet hit the floor. I’ll let you know next time how that really works!

It’s lockdown for the night and it’s relatively quiet. My Bunkie (jail lingo for roommate) is reading and I can hear only a slight murmuring from next door and some slightly louder crackling from who knows where. Our floor (lingo for unit) has two tiers of rooms (cells, but nobody calls them “cells”) in a hard C © on both levels with the offices and activity rooms (for example, computer, chapel, which is kept closed ☹, offices, door to the outside hallway) on the side, which closes the hard “C.” Our telephones, the old fashioned telephone push button kinds, are clustered four on the bottom floor and 2 right next to my room. The TVs (3-2 in English, 1 in Spanish) are secured high on the main floor with bolted concrete tables and stumps of chairs scattered throughout the floor so people can put in their MP3 player earbuds to sit down and listen to whatever is playing.

 

The showers are in the hallway between cells (4 ustairs, 4 downstairs) and are those camp style swinging doors, open at the top and at the bottom. The only saving grace is that the shower head is about 4 ½ feet (recessed in the wall) opposite the door, which give some privacy while showering.

I’ll close with the words written on the two yellow stickies that were attached with the gifts received from those bright-eyed fellow inmates:

(Sticky 1): “God loves you SO MUCH. James 5:16: ‘The prayers of a righteous person has great power as it is working.’ Deuteronomy 30:29 [29:29]: ‘The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our children forever that he may follow all the words of this law.’”

 

(Sticky 2): “Psalm 23, 91, 103, 110”

Please pray that I will be a worth servant of the Lord as “I travel through this Pilgrim land.”

Serving Him,

Lisa Miller

I Corinthians 9:19

Letter from Lisa

A Letter from Lisa Miller

Dear brethren,

Here is the first letter Lisa sends us from her new Florida home/prison. Obviously she still needs our prayers and encouragement. But I can’t help but feel her upbeat spirit and her assurance that God is with her, fulfilling his purposes in her journey. She is being a witness for Jesus in the place God has chosen for her right now (Hebrews 12.1).

Praise the Lord!

Pablo

 

Dear Brethren and Friends,

Greetings in the name of our Lord, the ONE Who is All-Knowing. I greet you today from the Florida Detention Center in Miami.  I arrived here on Jan 27 and I am still in quarantine — day 21 (my bunkie tested positive for COVID, so instead of being released, today I took another swab COVID test and will wait for the results right where I am — in quarantine.), in a 2 bunk, approximately 14 x 7 feet cell which is locked 24/7.

My food is served through a 12 x 4 inch slot (within the main door) which is also kept shut and locked except when used to pass items such as mail, clothes and books from guard to inmate or when we needed to be handcuffed (we turn our back to the door, stoop a bit and thrust our hands through the opening).

I am so grateful that God knows all I need.  Even though I am in prison, God has blessed and spoiled me with rest and quietness after the experiences of being propelled through the realities of being handcuffed by marshals (I had 5 escorting me at one point!), patted down, strip searched, questioned endlessly, fingerprinted at every “station” of processing, and other such memorable actions before being placed in cell 31 of the Solitary Housing Unit (SHU) (in lieu of being brought directly into the women’s unit).  My God knows just what I need.

Thank you to all who have written to me.  Words cannot express enough how I have been encouraged and built up in Christ by your kindness.  Even though you may not receive a personal thank you, (I am limited to how many stamps I can order per month and I am not permitted to receive stamps from the outside), please know that you have blessed me by your letters of encouragement and with your prayers for both my daughter and me.  THANK YOU!

Please continue to pray for my daughter.  Even though I believe God IS taking care of her she still needs the prayers of His people.  I miss her!  Even so, I feel comforted knowing that she has prayer coverage.

Please continue also to pray for me.  Pray that I will “make myself a servant to all, that I might win more of them” (I Cor. 9:19b), and that I “give no offense to Jews or to Greek or to the church of God” ( I Cor 10:32).  Personally, I have prayed (for years) that God would put me in the places where He wants me to be; consequently, I know that I am to be here.  Please pray that I honor God in His choices for me.

In His Service,

Lisa Miller #27502-509 [note this number is different than provided on previous newsletter]

P.O. Box 019120

Miami, FL  33101

**Important:  Please note my current direct address. If you do not use this address with my correct prison inmate number of #27502-509, I may not receive my mail. 🙁

Thank you!

Also, do not only put the name, address and prisoner’s number on the envelope, but also directly on the letter or card you send.