Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1012 |
| Words | 394 |
About five, Saturday, 25, we took horse and made to Pocklington.
I was sorry, when I found it was the fair-day, that notice had been given
of my preaching; especially when I heard there was no society, and
scarce any one awakened in the town. The unusual bitterness of several who met us in the street, made the prospect still more unpromising.
However, I went to see the room provided for preaching, but found it
vas not ab-ve five yards square. I then looked at a yard which was
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proposed ; but one circumstance of this I did not like. It was plentifully furnished with stones: artillery ready at hand for the devil’s drunken
companions. Just then it began to rain; upon which a gentleman
offered a large commodious barn. Thither I went without delay, and
began preaching to a few, who increased continually. I have known
no such time since we left London. Their tears fell as the rain. None
opposed or mocked: so that these made full amends for the behaviour
of those at Hull. ;
The man and his wife at whose house we dined, had been bitterly
-persecuted both by his and her mother. These were some of the first
whose hearts were touched. Immediately after preaching they came
up into the room where we were, and confessed, with many tears, how
eagerly they had opposed the truth of God, and troubled their children
for adhering to it. How wise are all the ways of Ged! Had it not
been fair-day, these had not been here.
Yet some of our company had dreadful forebodings of what was to be
at York. A worthy justice of the peace (doubtless to quiet the mob
there) had just caused to be cried about the streets, stuck up in public
places, and even thrown into many houses, part of the “ Comparison
between the Papists and Methodists.” Perhaps this might be the
occasion of some bitter curses which were given us almost as soon as
we entered the gates. But the vain words of those Rabshakehs returned
into their own bosoms. I began preaching at six. The chapel was
filled with hearers, and with the presence of God. The opposers opened
not their mouths. The mourners blessed God for the consolation.