Wesley Corpus

To 1773

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-1760-to-1773-188
Words374
Universal Redemption Christology Pneumatology
Here, likewise, all were quiet, and listened with deep attention. When I came to York, at five in the afternoon, I was fresher than at seven in the morning. During the preaching many were not a little comforted; and one old follower of Christ, more than seventy years of age, was now first enabled to call him Lord by the Holy Ghost. I found that a most remarkable deadness had overspread this people, insomuch that not one had received remission of sins for several months last past. Then it is high time for us to prophesy on these dry bones, that they may live. At this I more immediately pointed in all my following discourses; and I have reason to believe God spoke in his word: To him be all the glory ! Thur. 12.--I spent an hour with John Manners, weak in body, but not in spirit. He is fairly worn out in a good service, and calmly waits till his change shall come. Sun. 15.--In the evening many even of the rich were present, and seriously attentive. But, O! how hardly shall these enter into the kingdom | how hardly escape from “the desire of other things l’’ Mon. 16.--I preached at Tollerton at one. The congregation was large and serious. Some were deeply affected, and wept much: Many received comfort. At six I began preaching in the street at Thirsk. The congregation was exceeding large. Just as I named my text, -“What is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?”--a man on horseback, who had stopped to see what was the matter, changed colour and 168 REv. J. wesLEY’s [April, 1764. trembled. Probably he might have resolved to save his soul, had not his drunken companion dragged him away. Tues. 17.--In consequence of repeated invitations, I rode to Helmsley. When I came, Mr. Conyers was not at home; but, his housekeeper faintly asking me, I went in. By the books lying in the window and on the table, I easily perceived how he came to be so cold now, who was so warm a year ago. Not one of ours, either verse or prose, was to be seen, but several of another kind.