This past Sunday evening at Calvary Baptist Church we took another look at Acts chapter 16 and verses 25-28 where we read: “And at midnight Paul and Silas [prayed], and [sang praises] unto God: and the prisoners “heard them”. And suddenly there was a great earthquake {See Rev ch 16}, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and immediately [ALL the doors ~ not some, not the elect, not the predestinated, not John Calvin’s perverted version of ‘all’, which he thought meant ‘some’] were opened and every one’s [which John Calvin decided only meant ‘some’] bonds were loosed. And the keeper of the prison awaking out of his sleep, and seeing the prison doors open, he drew out his sword, and would have killed himself, supposing that the prisoners had been fled. But Paul cried with a loud voice, saying, do thyself no harm: for we are ALL here”. 
Hey I don’t know about you, but if I got arrested on some made up junk charges, slapped into a filthy rat and lice infested prison for months, with years to serve ahead of me and all the sudden my chains fell off, my door opened; I’d leave a cloud of dust and hair like those old speedy Gonzales cartoons! But not one of these prisoners ran?! Not one took the opportunity to flee ? WHY NOT?
I imagine myself there as a prisoner and ask myself “why wouldn’t I run?” and here are my answers: #1. THEY PRAY! Oh how they do pray! By the time my chains fall off I’ve been listening to these men of God pray their sweet soul stirring prayers. I have listened and the tears have run down my dusty cheeks and I have prayed along with Paul and Silas in their cell down the corridor. I imagine I can hear them praying. They have moved my heart miles closer to God and as I have listened to them pray I have thrown myself into the arms of God and begged for His tender mercy and forgiveness!
#2 THEY SING! I imagine if I were there, all afternoon I’ve listened from my cell as these men SANG HYMNS unto God! They’ve taken me back in time to the days when I heard my old feeble grandfather sing the old hymns to God. The songs have stirred my heart and I’ve sung along in the dark of my cell. I’ve sobbed the words of those old hymns! How could I run from this heavenly music of the soul? 
#3. THEY PRAISE GOD! They are locked up, beaten and bleeding and yet I hear them praise God?! Oh how they remind me how good God has been to me and how rebellious I have been to Him. They make me want to praise him too! I think of all the many times God has helped me, held me up and held my hand in dark hours; how He has loved me and been faithful to me despite my being unfaithful to Him! These men praise God despite their suffering! It is no wonder people run from some churches. The prayers are rote & dead, the singing is obligatory and dead, the praise is all but a rock concert. Here at Calvary we pray, we sing from the old hymn books, we praise the living God and we feel His presence!