To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-419 |
| Words | 381 |
May He open your
heart, that you may discern his holy, and acceptable, and perfect
will; that you may have a right judgment in all things, and
evermore rejoice in his holy comfort! I am, dear Madam,
“Your affectionate servant,
“JoHN WESLEY.”
Wed. 28.--I rode to Mount-Mellick, and, for the sake of some
tender persons, preached in the new House. It was a solemn
time; in consequence of which it was pretty well filled in the
morning. A serious awe spread over the whole congregation;
but more remarkably the next evening, while I was opening
and applying the story of Dives and Lazarus. Friday, 30. I
rode over to Montrath, a wild place as most in Ireland, and
preached in the shell of a new House to many more than it
would contain. All were quiet and attentive. In the middle
of the sermon a young woman, who was a sinner, endeavoured
for a while to hide her tears, by creeping behind another, till
in a few minutes her strength failed, and she sunk down to
the ground. I was sorry they carried her away; otherwise,
I think she would have soon lifted up her head with joy. In the evening we had a love-feast at Mount-Mellick; and
great was our rejoicing in the Lord. Many were filled with
consolation, trusting he would soon “make an end of sin,
and bring in everlasting righteousness.”
Sat. JULY 1.--I found a far different face of things at
Portarlington. The large society had once an hundred and
thirty members; (an hundred and four I joined in three days;)
it had now no more than twenty-four; and some of these had
only a name to live. In the evening I applied particularly
to the backsliders; but almost as soon as I began, a large
company of Quality (as they called them) came, and embar
rassed me not a little. I knew this was heathen Greek to
them; but I could not then change my subject. However, I
diluted my discourse as much as I could, that it might not
be quite too strong for their digestion. Sun. 2.--I read Mrs. Rowe's “Devout Exercises of the
Heart.” It is far superior to anything of hers which I ever
read, in style as well as in sense.