How many brothers do you have anyway?

I have a brother.  His name is Paul.  He loves genealogy.  He is the King of all computer geeks, it is his profession and his passion.  He loves musicals. One item on his bucket list is to see Les Miserables in London.  He is funny. He can do an Indian accent that will have you rolling on the floor.  He doesn’t have any tattoos and he is not a buff guy.  I don’t think he has ever been in a fist fight.  He is not a Christian and does not know he is loved by God. He loves Disneyland!  
And he is in jail.
Not your typical inmate, if there is such a thing.   In jail they feed him, clothe him, keep a roof over his head.  They give him all he needs to physically survive.  They have rules there.  I can’t send him much.  Soft covered books and letters are about all.  And all books must come from the book store, not me personally.  All his supplies to send letters out, must be bought at the jail commissary.  So I can’t do much for him.  Frustrating feeling.
I want to send him a blanket, cookies, an ipod and an electronic pocket solitary game to help him pass the time.  I want to hug him and look him in the eye and tell him its all going to be ok.  I want to hear his voice.
All I can do is pray for him and write him letters…..
There is a story in the bible (Mark 2)  about four men who had a friend who was paralyzed.  They knew they needed to get their friend to Jesus.  They carried him on a mat to the house they heard Jesus was preaching at.  The house was so full there was no room, not even outside the door.  The crowd was so thick they couldn’t get their friend to Jesus.  Frustrating feeling I bet. So these four guys got on the roof, dug a hole in it and dropped their friend on his mat right in front of Jesus!  Amazing friends!  You don’t hear about the four men after that, they did their job, they got their friend to Jesus.  What faith they must have had.
I get to pray for my brother!  
I get to write him letters and tell him all about Jesus!  
I get to tell him he is loved by a Savior who will rescue him.
I get to carry my brother to Jesus!  
I am a mat carrier!