Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-044 |
| Words | 392 |
Mon. 26.--My brother and I set out for Charlestown, in order to his
embarking for England ; but the wind being contrary, we did not reach
Port-Royal, forty miles from Savannah, till Wednesday evening. The
next morning we left it. But the wind was so high in the afternoon, as
we were crossing the neck of St. Helena’s Sound, that our oldest sailor
cried out, “ Now every one must take care for himself.” I told him,
‘“‘ God would take care for us all.” Almost as soon as the words were
spoken, the mast fell. I kept on the edge of the boat, to be clear of
her when she sunk, (which we expected every moment,) though with
little prospect of swimming ashore, against such a wind and sea. But
“ How is it that thou hadst no faith?”? The moment the mast fell, two
men caught it, and pulled it into the boat; the other three rowed with
all their might, and ‘“‘ God gave command to the wind and seas ;” so that
in an hour we were safe on land.
Sat. 31.--We came to Charlestown. The church is of brick, but
plastered over like stone. I believe it would contain three or four
thousand persons. About three hundred were present at the Morning
service the next day; (when Mr. Garden desired me to preach ;}
about fifty at the holy communion. I was glad to see several negroes
at church; one of whom told me, she was there constantly ; and that
her old mistress (now dead) had many times instructed her in the Christian religion. I asked her what religion was. She said, she could not
tell. I asked, if she knew what a soul was. She answered, “ No.”
I said, * Do not you know there is something in you different from your
body? Something you cannot see or feel?’? She replied, “I never
heard so much before.” I added, “ Do you think, then, a man dies
altogether as a horse dies?” She said, *“* Yes, to be sure.” O God,
where are thy tender mercies? Are they not over all thy works?
When shall the Sun of righteousness arise on these outcasts of men.
with healing in his wings !
* So they call the priests.
Sept. *7°6.] REV. J. WESLUY’S JOURNAL. $1