A City Boy Goes to the Country as a Methodist Minister

For a city boy raised on a busy city street in Fort Worth, it was so terribly dark and quiet at night in the country. There were no passing cars. There were no streetlights, no lights in the homes after about 9:00 p.m. There was an occasional night light on a barn, but you really couldn’t see your hand in front of your face on dark nights. But when the moon was full it was eerily beautiful. One…