To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-060 |
| Words | 389 |
A little above the town, on one side of the river, stands the
remains of a magnificent castle. On the other side, toward
the bottom of a steep hill, covered with wood, is an ancient
chapel, with several apartments adjoining to it, hewn in the
solid rock. The windows, the pillars, the communion-table,
and several other parts are entire. But where are the inhabit
ants? Gathered to their fathers, some of them, I hope, in
56- REv. J. wesley’s [May, 1761. Abraham’s bosom, till rocks, and rivers, and mountains flee
away, and the dead, small and great, stand before God |
Sun. 17.--I preached at eight in Alnwick, and about one
at Alemouth; a poor, barren place, where as yet there is no
fruit of all the seed which has been sown. But there may be,
since many are still willing to hear. In the evening a multitude of people and a little army of
soldiers were gathered in the market-place at Alnwick. In
the morning they were to march for Germany. I hope some
of them have put their armour on. Mon. 18.--At nine I preached to a large and serious
congregation at Widrington. Thence we rode to Morpeth. As it was a rainy day, they expected me to preach in the
Room. But observing a large covered place in the market
place, I went thither without delay. It was soon more than
filled; and many, soldiers and others, stood on the outside,
notwithstanding the rain. Why should we despair of doing
good in any place, because we do not see present fruit? At
five I preached to the honest, simple-hearted colliers at
Placey, and before sunset reached Newcastle. Tuesday, 19, was a day of rest. In the evening God was
with us of a truth; and many felt their hearts burn with
fervent desire of being renewed in the whole image of God. The same flame was kindled at Gateshead-Fell, while I was
opening and applying those words, “Every one that hath this
hope in him, purifieth himself, even as He is pure.”
Thur. 21.--I was much struck with a story told by
Ephraim Syrus. I wonder it was never translated into
English. It is as follows:-
“My beloved brethren, I have a desire to relate to you what
our brother Abraham did in his old age.