A City Boy Goes to the Country as a Methodist Minister

I was raised on the north side of Fort Worth in a section of the city known as Rosen Heights. We lived in a modest, well-kept older home near the end of the bus line on a major street that ran northwest toward Lake Worth. The house included two large bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen and one bathroom. But my room was the very best of all because it kept me well separated from my…