M. S. Epperson Tribute

Ministerial Alliance Pays Tribute
to Service of Departing Pastor

A tribute to the service of the Rev. M. S. Epperson while a pastor here for seven and a half years has been written by the Rev. Grady Timmons of the First Methodist Church in behalf of the ministerial association here. The Rev. Mr. Epperson is leaving this week for his new work in Alva, Okla. The article reads:

Today there are shadows without and gloom within. The light does not break brilliantly through my study windows, but is shunted by a veil of cloud hanging murkily between its socket in the heavens and the earth upon which we walk. That is only a parable a parable of what some of us feel in our inner sanctuaries because it means that the sojourn of one of God's noblemen among is ending today - Mitchell S. Epperson. For more than seven years he has planted fertile seed in the soil of our hearts and of our city. Some of it has tragically fallen upon stony and unproductive soil and there has been no harvest, not because of the inability of of the seed to germinate, but because of the thinness of the soil. Some seed has fallen upon other types of soil of varying fertility and the harvest has been thirty, sixty, and sometimes a hundred fold. In some other soil types the seed has not even yet sprung into life, but will many days hence. The Sower may never hear of the harvest, but from the heart of the soil there will come a song of praise, a prayer of thanksgiving, and a fond affection of the Sower who lived so vitally and yet so unassumingly among us.

The circus may spend a day in our midst, fill our town with noise, curiosity, a circus-minded crowd, funny clowns, strange freaks in human nature, and "Hair-Breadth Harry" stunts upon the trapeze, but it is only a bally-hoo that leaves many of us with a washed-out feeling the next day. Upon the other hand, the Sower goes forth quietly to sow and for seven years the most scientific methods in human and social horticulture are employed. The results are: Our thinking is higher and deeper; our actions are squared by finer conceptions of what makes for the highest interest of the social whole; our religion is cast upon a plane of higher sanity because vitally related to life; our civil ideas are more civil; our service clubs are given more completely to the service ideal; the wall of partition between ministry and laity creating a short circuit in the fellowship high line is broken down; and the ministry as a craft is given a new rating by the man in the street. These and more have come from Mr. Epperson's residence among us. He did not belong to his church, but to the city. He did not limit his activities to a denominational parish, but generously shared his gifts with all of us. He was not engaged in building merely a local church, but in extending the boundary lines of the Kingdom of our Master. We pray for him as he takes up his new field and we pray for ourselves as he leaves us.

From a newspaper article in west Texas dated December 5, 1930.