To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-086 |
| Words | 391 |
Many flocked to see it, from various parts,
as long as it stood open: But after some days, Mr. P (he
80 REv. J. wesley’s [July, 1776. knew not why) ordered it to be covered again; and he would
never after suffer any to open it, but ploughed the field all
over. This is far more difficult to account for, than the sub
terraneous buildings at Herculaneum. History gives us an
account of the time when, and the manner how, these were
swallowed up. The burning mountain is still assured, and
the successive lavas that flowed from it still distinguishable. But history gives no account of this, nor of any burning
mountains in our island. Neither do we read of any such
earthquake in England, as was capable of working that effect. Tues. 2.--I went to York. The House was full enough in
the evening, while I pointed the true and the false way of
expounding those important words, “Ye are saved through
faith.” Wednesday, 3. I preached about noon at Tadcaster,
with an uncommon degree of freedom; which was attended
with a remarkable blessing. A glorious work is dawning here,
against which nothing can prevail; unless the ball of contention
be thrown in among the plain people, by one or two that have
lately embraced new opinions. In the evening I preached at
York, on the fashionable religion, vulgarly called morality;
and showed at large, from the accounts given of it by its
ablest patrons, that it is neither better nor worse than Atheism. Thur. 4.--I met the select society, and was a little surprised
to find, that, instead of growing in grace, scarce two of them
retained the grace they had two years ago. All of them seemed
to be sincere; and yet a faintness of spirit ran through them all. In the evening I showed, to a still more crowded audience,
the nature and necessity of Christian love:-Ayatom, vilely
rendered charity, to confound poor English readers. The
word was sharper than a two-edged sword, as many of the
hearers felt. God grant the wound may not be healed, till
he himself binds it up ! Fri. 5.--About eleven I preached at Foggathorp, a lone
house, a few miles from Howden. Abundance of people were
gathered together, notwithstanding heavy rain; and they
received the truth in the love thereof.