Israel wore one pair of socks for 6 months. They were green and never stunk. He had time on his hand so he cleaned them ever chance he got. Every time he stepped out of his cell, murderers gazed and robbers railed but, he never fell.
As he read the Good Book, he acquired sympathy for the Children of Israel and their wilderness experience. Israel began to understand why they achieved zero velocity. Going nowhere fast; talking slick but really sick inside. One day during his 6 month stay he had an epiphany: a sort of a self discovery. Reflecting back, he thought: “God, had His hand my his life all the time.” Also realizing that he’ll make little progress, if any with a bitter disposition regardless of circumstance.
His cell mates cheered ecstatically when cops crashed as the evening news reported. This he wondered about in bewilderment and concluded that their cheers were disguised hostility. Israel discovered that you can be free while incarcerated and to be bitter inside, even if you have a reason is a tragic experience. He didn’t want to lose hope as the others.
Serving time for running from the cops, in contrast to the others who were looking at 35, 65 or 99 years. Pulled over after the cops noticed his car trunk ajar, he put the petal to the metal. Afraid they’ll find the open containers and paranoid he sped off. He was caught tazed and processed all with those same green socks.
His green socks never smelled and gained distinction as the one who wore them became known as short timer (an instant target). With much caution he tryed to understand the authorities who put him with jealous killers. He knew the authorities were not empathetic to a brown mother who raised him clean. Israel thought “I hope I can make it out of this alive.” He knew that his demise would irreparably tear his mother apart. So what did Israel do while in the fire of this affliction? He started a gospel choir and it was revealed that he was indeed an evangelist.
Those green socks soon became a symbol of inspiration inside the walls of the jail where hope seemed to fail. An itinerant evangelist was born there that stepped upon the burning coals of affliction, wearing green socks and flip flops striding where free men never crept under constant awareness of being killed the grace of God protected Israel where the price of human life was worth a honey bun.
His green socks never gave, even to his last day of this experience when he saw a peeking toe. That is how he knew it was time to go.
“For the Lord thy God hath blessed thee in all the works of thy hand: he knoweth thy walking through this great wilderness: these forty years the Lord thy God hath been with thee; thou hast lacked nothing” (Deut. 2:7).