Missionary Notes- A Sunday in Houston

It is Sunday morning in the big city on the gulf coast in the deep south.” And it will be a busy and big day for the missionary and his faithful help-meet. It is springtime, really, and not simply on the calendar. Birds are singing their lusty notes, mockingbirds are running once more through their repertoire of musical harmonies; there is a freshness in the air, wafting in gently from the northland, promising that the day will not he hot, salty and humid from the gulf winds, but will be cool...