To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-174 |
| Words | 385 |
O, what keeps us apart? Why cannot we
openly give each other the right hand of fellowship? Sat. 29.--I returned to London. Sunday, 30, I now, for
the first time, spoke to the society freely concerning Mr. M.,
both with regard to his injustice in the affair of Snowsfields,
and his almost unparalleled ingratitude to me. But I never
expect one that is false to God to be true to an human
friend. Wed. NovEMBER 2.--I spent an agreeable hour with old
venerable Mr. How striking is a man of sense,
learning, and piety, when he has well nigh finished his course,
and yet retains all his faculties unimpaired ! His grey
hairs are indeed “a crown of honour.”
In this neighbourhood I learned the particulars of a
remarkable occurrence:--On Friday, August 19, a
gentleman who was at Lisbon during the great earthquake,
walking with his friend near Brighthelmstone, in Sussex,
and looking south-west toward the sea, cried out, “God grant
the wind may rise; otherwise we shall have an earthquake
quickly. Just so the clouds whirled to and fro, and so the
sky looked that day at Lisbon.” Presently the wind did
rise, and brought an impetuous storm of rain and large
hail. Some of the hail-stones were larger than hen-eggs. It
moved in a line about four miles broad, making strange
havoc, as it passed quite over the land, till it fell into the
river, not far from Sheerness. And wherever it passed it
156 REv. J. wesley’s [Nov. 1763. left an hot sulphurous steam, such as almost suffocated those
it reached. Thur. 3.--I returned to London. Saturday, 5. I spent
some time with my old friend, John Gambold. Who but
Count Zinzendorf could have separated such friends as we
were ? Shall we never unite again? Sun. 13.--I found much of the power of God in preaching,
but far more at the Lord’s Table. At the same time one who
had been wandering from God for many years, and would
fain have been with us, but could not, found that the Spirit
of God was not hindered, or confined to one place. He found
Out , the poor backslider, in his own house, and revealed
Christ anew in his heart. Tues. 15.--I visited Joseph Norbury, a good old soldier
of Jesus Christ.