After the Sunday morning service at Manhattan's Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, the boys of the congregation would escape from their parents, if they could, and play as boisterously as was possible on a Presbyterian Sunday in the 1880s. But one of them had his own kind of Sunday game. Over a set of kitchen steps he would drape one of his mother's shawls. Then he would mount his make-believe pulpit and preach.
Henry Sloane Coffin grew up to be one of the great clergymen of his dayand it was a day when clergymen were rarely listened to. But Dr. Coffin spoke out...
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