To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-059 |
| Words | 391 |
13.--It being a fair, mild evening, I preached near
the quay to most of the inhabitants of the town, and spoke
full as plain as the evening before. Every one seemed to
receive it in love; probably if there was regular preaching
here, much good might be done. Thur. 14.--I set out early, and preached at noon on the
Bowling-Green, at Berwick-upon-Tweed. In the evening I
preached at Alnwick. Friday, 15. Abundance of soldiers
came in, on their way to Germany. Many of these attended
the preaching, to whom I could not but make a particular
application. And who knows, but what they have now heard
may stand them in stead in a day of trial? Sat. 16.--One of our friends importuned me much to give
them a sermon at Warksworth. And a post-chaise came for
me to the door; in which I found one waiting for me, whom,
in the bloom of youth, mere anguish of soul had brought to
the gates of death. She told me the troubles which held her
in on every side, from which she saw no way to escape. I
told her, “The way lies straight before you. What you
want is the pure love of God. shortly. I believe God will give it you
Perhaps it is his good pleasure to make you, a poor
bruised reed, the first witness here of that great salvation. Look for it just as you are, unfit, unworthy, unholy, by simple
faith, every day, every hour.” She did feel the next day
something she could not comprehend, and knew not what to
call it. In one of the trials which used to sink her to the
earth, she was all calm, all peace and love; enjoying so deep
a communion with God, as nothing external could interrupt. Ah! thou child of affliction, of sorrow and pain, hath Jesus
found out thee also ? And he is able to find and bring back
thy husband, as far as he is wandered out of the way. About noon I preached at Warksworth, to a congregation
as quiet and attentive as that at Alnwick. How long shall
we forget that God can raise the dead? Were not we dead
till he quickened us? A little above the town, on one side of the river, stands the
remains of a magnificent castle.