To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-411 |
| Words | 379 |
23.--We had an evening congregation at five, and
an exceeding solemn parting. At six in the evening I cried
to a company a little above brutes, “Why will ye die, O
house of Israel?” This was at Kilfinnan. I lodged a mile
from the town, among some that were alive to God. Wed. 24.--I had a cool, pleasant ride to Cork, where I
soon heard how cold and careless the people were. I asked,
“But are not the society at least alive?” “No; these
are the coldest of all.” “What then? Are we to be
careless, too? Nay, so much the more let us stir up the gift
of God that is in us.” I began in the evening to speak
exceeding plain, and I presently saw some fruit: The
congregation at five in the morning was not much less than
it was in the evening. Many saw their loss; God gave me
again very sharp though loving words. I trust this also is a
token for good, and Satan shall not long triumph over us. Thur. 25.--I rode to Bandon. Since I was here before,
several have gone home rejoicing; but others are come in
their place. So that the society contains just as many mem
bers as when I left it; and most of the believers seem much
alive; particularly the young men, maidens, and children. In the evening we were obliged to be in the House; but the
next, Friday, 26, I stood in the main street, and cried to a
numerous congregation, “Fear God, and keep his command
ments; for this is the whole of man.” Afterwards I visited
one that a year or two ago was in high life, an eminent beauty,
adored by her husband, admired and caressed by some of the
364 REV. J. WESLEY’s [June, 1769. first men in the nation. She was now without husband, without
friend, without fortune, confined to her bed, in constant pain,
and in black despair, believing herself forsaken of God, and
possessed by a legion of devils | Yet I found great liberty in
praying for her, and a strong hope that she will die in peace. Sun. 28.--I returned to Cork. The rain drove us into the
House, which was once more throughly filled.