To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-188 |
| Words | 374 |
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.