To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-313 |
| Words | 400 |
16.--About one I preached to a large congregation at
Dungannon, in the county of Tyrone; and in the evening,
before the gate of the great old house, at Castle-Caulfield. The society here, the first-fruits of this county, seemed to be
all alive. Early in the morning I took horse, and got to
Londonderry just at seven, where the congregation was
waiting for me. My voice was weak; but I think most of
them could hear; and some, I trust, heard the voice of God. Sat. 18.--I found we were still honourable men here, some
of eminence in the city being both “hearers” and “doers of
the word.” I employed Monday, Tuesday, and part of
Wednesday, in speaking severally to the members of the
society, and was glad to find the greater part of them had
tasted that the Lord is gracious. Saturday, 25. I rode to
278 REv. J. wesLEY’s [May, 1767. Mr. Knox's farm, and preached to a little company, on,
“By grace are ye saved through faith.” I spoke exceeding
plain to them at Derry in the evening, on, “How long halt
ye between two opinions?” And more plain, if possible,
both morning and evening, on Sunday, 26. Surely this is
an understanding people. But it is only love that edifies. Mon. 27.--I rode to Augher, and preached at six in the
Castle-yard, to a large and deeply-serious congregation. Tuesday, 28. I preached near Athenacly, after riding
through one of the finest countries in the kingdom. Wed
nesday, 29. A little beyond Swadlingbar I found a lively
congregation of plain country-people, as simple and artless as
if they had lived upon the Welsh mountains. So has God
“chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise.”
Thur. 30.--Some of the chief persons in the town desiring
I would give them a sermon there, I went thither in the
morning. A large room was offered; but it was quickly so
full, and so hot, that I was obliged to go out into the street. I had hardly named my text, before a poor Papist, at a small
distance from me, began blowing a horn. But a gentleman
stepping up, snatched his horn away, and without ceremony
knocked him down. In the evening I preached in the
country again, to a still larger congregation: And God made
his word quick and powerful. Many were wounded, and
many comforted.