Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1210 |
| Words | 392 |
Sun. 10.--I preached at seven, on, ‘“ Repent and believe the Gospel.” At the church, which stands on the hill, a mile from the town,
we had a sound, useful sermon. Afterward I preached at a little village called Normanby; and about five on the quay. In the evening,
talking with the society, I saw more than ever the care of God over
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them that fear him. What was it which stopped their growing in grace?
Why, they had a well-meaning preacher among them, who was inflaming them more and more against the clergy. Nor could he advise
them to attend the public ordinances; for he never went either to
church or sacrament himself. This I knew not; but God did; and by
his wise providence prevented the consequences which would naturally
have ensued. William Manuel was pressed for a soldier ; so the people go to church and sacrament as before.
Mon. 11.--We set out early. This and the three next days were
the hottest I ever knew im England. A gentleman, who formerly traded
to Guinea, assured me, that the spirits in his thermometer (the same
he had when abroad) rose as high as they did within a few degrees of
the Line. About nine we should have been glad to bait; but there
being no inn to be found, we lay down for a quarter of an hour under
some trees, and then rode on to Slingsby. The minister, an ola
acquaintance of my father’s, having desired to see me, I called at his
house before I preached: and I could gladly have stayed longer with
him, but I knew the congregation waited. One poor drunkard made a
little disturbance ; but after he was silenced all were still, and steadily
attentive. It continued intensely hot; but having the wind in our
faces, (as we generally had, all along from Newcastle ; and that, which
way soever we rode,) we received no hurt till we came to York. But
the difficulty was, how to preach there, in a room which in winter used
to be as hot as an oven. I cut the knot, by preaching in Blake’s Square;
where (the mob not being aware of us) I began and ended my discourse to a numerous congregation, without the least disturbance.