by Harold Preece
“There are evangelists and evangelists: converted-infidel evangelists, ex-convict evangelists, and last and noisiest, cowboy evangelists. … Jack Winsett, punching cattle on the Devil's River of Southwest Texas, heard the call of the Lord, and, surrendering a promising future as a ranch foreman, left the devil's domain to go out into the highways and byways in quest of the lost. Not that Winsett seems to have suffered either physically or financially as a result of taking up the Cross. A well-fed individual in his early forties, weighing nearly two hundred pounds, and wearing good, if unmatched clothes, the reverend cowhand presents a picture of prosperity not displayed by the yokels who nightly gape at his hell-raising rantings and ridiculous hyperboles. If Brother Winsett feels that he is not getting enough money or provisions, he jocularly but firmly reminds his congregation and insists that they come across. A young woman who accompanied me to his service spoke of him as ‘an amiable old pirate’.” - -
LITTLE BLUE BOOK NO. 1606 Clarence Darrow: Evangelist of Sane Thinking - by George G. Whitehead
HALDEMAN-JULIUS PUBLICATIONS GIRARD. KANSAS - Copyright 1931
“There was a revival meeting in town; (1930) Jack Winsett, a red-haired cowboy evangelist, was preaching in a tent meeting. I was too little to remember anything about his preaching, but it seems that Mother and Daddy and the other kids really liked him and we went every night possible. It took some doing to get the chores done in time to drive to town and be there when the meeting began.” – Anice (Schneider) Williams - “Our Dwelling Place”
No comments:
Post a Comment