To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-343 |
| Words | 398 |
3.--I rode to Rye, and preached in the evening. A
poor prodigal, who was cut to the heart the first time I was
there, was one of the audience; but exceeding drunk. He dined
with us the next day; but was still so muddled, that I could
make no impression on him. He was almost persuaded to be a
Christian; but I doubt is now farther off than ever. In the
Nov. 1767.] JOURNAL. 303
evening I dealt once more exceeding plain with him and his
fellow sinners. If they now perish in their iniquity, their
blood is on their own head. Thursday, 5. About noon I
preached at Norjam. I was surprised, at one, to hear the
Tower guns so plain at above fifty miles' distance. In the
afternoon we rode through miserable roads to the pleasant
village of Ewhurst, where I found the most lively congrega
tion that I have met with in the county. Saturday, 7. I
called at the house of mourning at Shoreham, where I found
Mr. P. sorrowing, like a Christian, for his youngest son, the
staff of his age, the fourth that has been snatched from him
in the bloom of youth. After spending a profitable hour
here, I rode forward to London. Sun. 8.--I buried the remains of that excellent young
man, Benjamin Colley. He did “rejoice evermore,” and
“pray without ceasing;” and I believe his backsliding cost
him his life. From the time he missed his way, by means of
Mr. Maxfield, he went heavily all his days. God, indeed,
restored his peace, but left him to be buffeted of Satan in an
uncommon manner: And his trials did not end but with
his life. However, some of his last words were, “Tell all the
society, tell all the world, I die without doubt or fear.”
Thur. 12.--I occasionally looked into a book which I had
long thrown by, as not worth reading, entitled, “Thoughts
on God and Nature.” But how agreeably was I surprised ! It contains a treasure of ancient learning, delivered in clear'
and strong language; and is, indeed, a master-piece in
its kind, a thunder-bolt to Lord Bolingbroke, and all his
admirers. Sun. 15.--I buried the remains of Rebecca Mills. She
found peace with God many years since, and about five years
ago was entirely changed, and enabled to give her whole soul
to God.