Jerry Ross. Who was he? To me, he is thee most humble and selfless man I’ve ever met.
My name is AJ. I am 39, and in prison for life. I met Jerry in either 1999 or 2001 in the Snohomish County Jail. At 39, you would think I would remember for sure, but my life has taken its toll, and I tend to forget a lot these days, one thing Jerry would not do.
Jerry used to commit much of his time to various ministries, one being jail ministry. Who would purposely go inside a jail or prison you ask? Jerry would, a man of God who went where he was led.
The charges I was in jail for made me an outcast to the rest of the jail population, and likely mosey of the outside of jail. Yet, Jerry, the faithful man he was, I could count on seeing every week. Jerry fulfilled Matthew 14 BETTER than most. “For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to see me… Lord, when did we (do all these things for you?) The King answered those righteous people (the Jerrys of the world).
Truly, I say to you, as you did it for one of the least ls these my brothers, you did it for me too (Jesus).
If you knew Jerry even a little, I’m sure you’ve experienced Jerry providing at least one of the fore-mentioned services. Services he provided were not for reward, but purely to serve the Lord. I am not sure how a single person could know Jerry and not believed in the Lord. Jerry, to me, exemplified much of our Lord’s teachings. He provided that fruit John 15 speaks of, through Christ as his vine.
I didn’t end up in prison once, but twice, and still, through it all, Jerry told me he loved me, words I’ve never even heard or felt from my own father.
Jerry, not in the best of health, made the 4 hour trek with my mom to visit me in Clallam Bay, Washington, the prison I am in. Who would of known it would be the last time I’d pray with him, receive a hug from him, and hear him tell me he loved me was proud of me?
How could anyone be proud of a two time failure? Someone who has affected negatively so many lives, both within my family and outside of it? My brother and my father certainly aren’t proud. In fact, neither have written or visited since my 2nd arrest. But Jerry, a man who saw something good in me, failed to quit loving. He didn’t only show me love, but my family as well, who has had it as hard if not harder than me through this all. My family and I will ALWAYS be indebted to this man. I could speak for days of him, and will forever miss him. I hope he knew how much I appreciate and loved him, I wish I could give him one last hug and thank him for his faithfulness. Even though I’ve failed, I know God can and still use me, and is using, right where I am. As my grandma has often told me, “Bloom where you are planked”. Bloom is what I will do, because of people in my life such as Jerry, and their example and unconditional love. I thank God for putting him in my path. God Bless you all.
PS; To Jerry-From our Lord and Savior, “Well Done, good and faithful servant!!”
We ought to all strive to end with this able to written on our tombstones. I don’t know about you, but I have a lot of work to do!!