Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-057 |
| Words | 399 |
been, the number of the converts to Popery bore no proportion to the
number of the converts to infidelity. 2. That as bad a religion as
Popery is, no religion is still worse; a baptized infidel being always
‘ound, upon the trial, two-fold worse than even a bigoted Papist.--
3. That as dangerous a state as a Papist is in, with regard to eternity,
a Deist is in yet a more dangerous state, if he be not (without repentance) an assured heir of damnation. And lastly, That as hard as it is
to recover a Papist, it is still harder to recover an infidel: I myselt -
having known many Papists, but never one Deist, reconverted.
May 29.--Being Whitsunday, four of our scholars, after having been
instructed daily for several weeks, were, at their earnest and repeated
desire, admitted to the Lord’s table. I trust their zeal has stirred up
many to remember their Creator in the days of their youth, and to
redeem the time, even in the midst of an evil and adulterous generation.
Indeed, about this time we observed the Spirit of God to move upon
the minds of many of the children. They began more carefully to
attend to the things that were spoken both at home and at church, and
a remarkable seriousness appeared in their whole behaviour and conversation. Who knows but some of them may “ grow up to the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ ?”
June 25.--Mr. Causton, the store keeper and chief magistrate of
Savannah, was seized with a slow fever. I attended him every day,
(as I did any of my parishioners who were in any painful or dangerous
illness,) and had a good hope, from the thankfulness he showed, that *
my labour was not in vain.
Sun. July 3.--Immediately after the holy communion, I mentioned to
Mrs. Williamson (Mr. Causton’s niece) some things which I thought
reprovable in her behaviour. At this she appeared extremely angry ; ~
said, she did not expect such usage from me; and at the turn of the
street, through which we were walking home, went abruptly away.
The next day Mrs. Causton endeavoured to excuse her; told me she
was exceedingly grieved for what had passed the day before, and desired
me to tell her in writing what I disliked; which I accordingly did the
day following.