On the banks of Detroit River at 8:45 a.m. on Sept. 19, 2004 through a modern day miracle, a delegation from Central welcomed Rev. Bangs back to Detroit two hundred years after his first visit. By the time the Central delegation arrived at the river promenade in front of Hart Plaza, the water sparkling in the sun, the Ambassador Bridge and Cobo Hall creating a backdrop, the boat that brought Rev. Bangs across from Canada was already gone.

I walked up to this peculiar looking man holding the lead of his horse. He was dressed in black knickers and waist coat, with a white frill shirt, and wearing a black wig with a long pony tail. I reached out my hand to shake his saying, "You must be Rev. Bangs." "Are you from the First Methodist Society that I am here to visit once again," he inquired in a thick British accent.