“How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach
unless they are sent?”

(Romans 10:14-15, ESV)

No ministry can move forward without donors, givers, supporters.  Whatever they may be called, they are the ones who actually do the “sending.”  We pray that is you, or will be you, or will be someone you tell of our work.  We do send Texas Field Ministers into the darkest of places, as we are called to do.

Our aim is to see that the Texas Field Ministers Program, sponsored and funded by The Heart of Texas Foundation, will be generational in its impact.  That is, our work will continue into the next generation.  

We believe that there is every reason to believe that Texas christians can make sure that every year, without fail, new teams of gospel-trained, inmate men and women are sent into our huge prison system as Texas Field Ministers.  Texas has more churches.  Texas has more Christians.  Texas has the means.  And we know that many Christ-followers in Texas have the vision to do this. Will you join us? 

We don’t want to grow bigger, we want to go deeper.

For every 50,000 inmates who leave Texas prisons each year, another 50,000-plus come into Texas prisons.  There is no lack of men and women who find a calling to the gospel, and who want to become Texas Field Ministers. We have the population. We have the proven plan. We have the partners. We have the permissions.  The doors are open to continue on. We know how to do it.

All we need is your consistent help to go generational. That means this: year after year, on into the future, teams of trained men and women, all serving long sentences, and equipped to minister the good news of Jesus Christ—will continue as a stream of light going into the darkest of places in our prisons.

Will you become one of those who helps us send them? Unless they are sent, they cannot preach.

With great hope, and with thanks for you,

Grove Norwood