One of my daily tasks is to go through the stack of requests that are sent through the prison mail system. (They are called "kites" because you have to "fly" them to the appropriate person.) Every now and then, something funny comes along.
Today there was a request for an card for "my wife who is going to have our new baby sometime in the next two weeks." Simple enough. But then there was this note, "You sent me a 'get well' card by mistake." Reason enough to smile.
There was a note from a man who wanted a meatless diet for Passover. When I found out he was Wiccan, I sent him a note and said, "If you are receiving your religious diet, you'll be meatless for Passover."
Religion in prison can be an fascinating mish-mash of what people have lived as children, what they've heard preached against, and their own desire to make their lives different from what has gone before. Part of the job of a chaplain is to sort through the tangled lines and straighten them out. Only then can the spirit fly, like the kites that fly through the system, like the one that hangs on the wall of my office, an inside joke.