To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-544 |
| Words | 363 |
2.--No coach setting out hence to-day, I was obliged
to take chaises to Bury. I preached to a little cold com
pany, on the thirteenth chapter of the first Epistle to the
Corinthians. This love is the very thing they want; but
they did not like to be told so. But I could not help that:
I must declare just what I find in the Book. Tues. 3.--I went on to Colchester. The congregation in
the evening was little smaller than that at Norwich. The
next evening I took an exact account of the society, a little
increased since last November. But most of them were hard
beset with poverty. So indeed they were ever since I knew
them; but they are now in greater want than ever, through
scarcity of business. Few of our societies are rich; but I
know none in the kingdom so deplorably poor as this. Saturday, 7. I returned in the coach, with very sensible and
agreeable company, to London. Sun. 8.--In discoursing on Psalm xv. 1, I was led to
speak more strongly and explicitly than I had done for a
long time before, on the universal love of God. Perhaps in
times past, from an earnest desire of living peaceably with all
men, we have not declared, in this respect, the whole counsel
of God. But since Mr. Hill and his allies have cut us off
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from this hope, and proclaimed an inexpiable war, we see it is
our calling to go straight forward, declaring to all mankind
that Christ tasted death for all, to cleanse them from all sin. Mon. 9.--I began to expound (chiefly in the mornings,
as I did some years ago) that compendium of all the Holy
Scriptures, the first Epistle of St. John. Fri. 13.--I went to Barnet, and found a large congre
gation, though it was a rainy and dark evening. Saturday,
14. I saw, for the first time, the chapel at Snowsfields full:
A presage, I hope, of a greater work there than has been
since the deadly breach was made. Tues. 17.--One was relating a remarkable story, which I
thought worthy to be remembered.