To 1776
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1773-to-1776-452 |
| Words | 385 |
Kingsford, a
man of substance as well as piety. He informed me, “Seven
years ago, I so entirely lost the use of my ankles and knees,
that I could no more stand than a new-born child. Indeed,
I could not lie in bed without a pillow laid between my legs,
one of them being unable to bear the weight of the other. I
could not move from place to place, but on two crutches. All
the advice I had profited me nothing. In this state I
continued above six years. Last year I went on business to
London, then to Bristol and Bath. At Bath I sent for a
Physician; but before he came, as I sat reading the Bible, I
thought, ‘Asa sought to the Physicians, and not to God;
but God can do more for me than any Physician.’ Soon after
I heard a noise in the street; and, rising up, found I could
stand. Being much surprised, I walked several times about the
room; then I walked into the Square, and afterwards on the
Bristol road: And from that time I have been perfectly well,
having as full a use of all my limbs as I had seven years ago.”
Nov. 1787.] JOURNAL. 403
We had a comfortable opportunity in the evening, and early
in the morning; and I left Canterbury, Friday, 26, with a
strong hope that the work of God will flourish here, as it has
not done for many years. In the evening I preached to a
lovely congregation at Chatham; and on Saturday returned
to London.-
Mon. 29.--I looked over all the manuscripts which I had
collected for the Magazine, destroyed what I did not think
worth publishing, and corrected the rest. Tuesday, 30. I
went down to Miss Harvey’s, at Hinxworth, in Hertfordshire. Mr. Simeon, from Cambridge, met me there; who breathes
the very spirit of Mr. Fletcher. The chapel was quite crowded
in the evening. I preached on that inexhaustible text, and
with much liberty of spirit, “By grace are ye saved through
faith.” In the morning, Wednesday, 31, 1 preached on the
Woman of Canaan; and in the afternoon went over to Mr. Hick’s, at Wrestlingworth, through such roads as no chaise
could pass: So we had the pleasure of riding in a farmer's
cart.