I felt I just HAD to be in prison ministries. I ran into many dead ends. I didn't seem to have any one that could use me.
I had a man, an Elder, tell me he had wanted to do that for years.
One day I went to the Maximum security prison, 50 miles from my house and told them I would like to talk to the Chaplain. They gave me a number to call. I called the Chaplain and he told me to come see him.
I must have made the right impression with him. He worked with me and gave me advice and sometimes I felt that I got special treatment.
I started out myself and then I took my Elder with me. We went once a month for a year or so. Then our class became very popular and we went once a week.
We did it for four years. Then the Chaplain retired, his replacemant didn't care and everything fell apart.
Maybe we reached the ones God needed to be reached, that He knew would be changed by us.
I think that sometimes the doors just don't open for you until it's the right time.
It must have taken me at least a year of wanting to do it before it happened.