"...New Brothers, Inc. has been serving the spiritual needs of incarcerated and post-incarcerated men and their families."

Titus 2 PenPals is a discipleship-focused pen pal ministry based on Titus 2:4-8, which instructs the older men and women in the church to mentor younger Believers, helping them become grounded in a godly life that is above reproach.
ARE YOU INTERESTED?
If you are 60 or older and want more information, please contact us! We are happy to answer any questions.
(Volunteers who are new to us will be asked to have their Pastor submit a letter of introduction and recommendation. We will give you a list of Guidelines to make sure all your questions are answered.)
HopeMail is a free, monthly, subscription service for incarcerated men and women anywhere in the United States. Each mailing is designed to encourage, give inspiration, and aspiration to men and women during their incarceration. You can also get involved with HopeMail as a Hope Writer. Find out more!

"...New Brothers, Inc. has been serving the spiritual needs of incarcerated and post-incarcerated men and their families."
PRAY - Pray for incarcerated men and women, pray for their families, pray for salvation in the hearing of the Gospel, pray for HopeMail and Titus 2 PenPals.
SERVE - Contact us to find out more about becoming a Hope Note Writer, Titus 2 PenPal, Discipleship Group volunteer or leader. You're whole church can get involved.
GIVE - You can give through PayPal or Venmo.
For NBF, aftercare is the spiritual support someone needs upon release from corrections, or as they are coming out of addiction. This is centered upon learning how to walk in the authroity of the love and power of the Holy Spirit.
Based on Titus 2:1-8, these are Christian men and women who attend and participate in Discipleship Groups. Primarily, they focus on building relationships, and become "passive mentors." These men and women do the work of modeling how to follow Christ.
Absolutely! - Contact Doug Gregan to find out more information about participating and training.
It hits everyone at some time in their life. The big question. Why am I here? What is the purpose of my existence? I for one refused to let go of the question until I got an answer.
This is a testimony account of our transistion into prison ministry that I wrote sometime in 2004. I recently found it on a previous website that we used to publish: Living Arts Ministries.
Peter in prison! What a jolt!
There is a popular, Christian colloquialism that says: Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor in the morning the Devil says, “Oh, no!” You may have seen this, or something close to it, on a mug or plaque. It’s a very popular meme* on social media. I guess it’s meant to be motivational, but every time I see it I get kind of bothered.
Why is anyone trying to impress Satan?
Hate to burst any bubbles, but even at our best—our most devout and faithful—Satan still thinks we’re easy prey.
I've come recently to a conclusion, based on my own testimony and experience, along with observation, and it's this: We, as Christians, reject God at every chance we get and justify it without any hesitation.
Now, that might not seem like news to you, but it is to me... At least on the level I'm understanding it now. Conversely, this might make you angry because you try very hard to obey God or consider yourself a person of great faith. But, that's just the point. This goes deep and is blatant. It's true for the whole spectrum of Believers, from venerable John McArthur to the guy who just got saved in jail yesterday. The ways in which our rejection of God expresses itself are innumerable; through doctrine, through relationships, through real-time choices, it's a constant swirl of rebellion and rejection of the God we claim to love and trust.
We pat ourselves on the back for the miniscule obedience and trust we muster and have absolutely no problem dismissing the mountains of rejection and rebellion we evidence with each day that passes.
I started blogging almost ten years ago on Xanga, and thanks to Steven I ended up on my old blog today. Looking through old posts, I found one I thought I would share. This was first published on May 27, 2013.
I began to weed my garden.
Last summer I did a tiny bit of container gardening, and in the autumn planted some mums in the ground. That was a big deal for me. I’ve always thought I had two black thumbs, but after my little successes last summer, I am expanding my horizons.
So, I started to weed the flower beds beside the house. I like to weed. It is slow work for me, but with every weed I pull I imagine what I can plant in its place. I’m not very ambitious, and know very little about growing, but there’s a lot to like about being in the garden. It’s very satisfying.
Well, it was very satisfying, until I took my eyes off the nice, black plot I had just cleared. That happened on my second day. I stood up and admired my hard work, but as I turned to take my tools back to the shed I noticed all the weeds that still remained.
It hurts when we fail. It hurts our pride, it hurts our progress, and it often hurts other people.This ministry is entirely funded by the private, freewill offerings of individuals and churches. Please, consider supporting the work God is doing with your monthly pledge or a special gift.
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