There is only a subtle difference between the Christian and the criminal.
Subtle, but significant.
You’ll find them both in the heart of darkness, fists closed around iron bars, rattling and shaking bolts and hinges until the halls ring with desperation. You’ll hear them throw all their weight against doors again and again, until their shoulders swell with bruises. Sweat and tears will mingle, and run down their faces, and dampen their clothes… All in in the desperate quest for freedom.
But there is one subtle difference.
They’re on opposite sides of the door.
Because a free man cannot rest while his friends are in captivity.