Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-1216 |
| Words | 375 |
Sun. 31.--I rode over to Markfield. The church contained us
tolerably well in the morning ; but in the afternoon, though many stayed
without, it was much crowded and sultry hot. I was quite faint and
weary while I read prayers; but in preaching my strength was restored.
At six I preached once more at Leicester, and delivered my own soul.
Mon. August 1.--I had much conversation with Mr. ; whom,
against a thousand appearances, I will believe to be an honest, though
irresolute man. ‘ While I was very uneasy,” said he, “in the year
1741, my brother brought me to Mr. Spangenberg, and then to others
-of the German Brethren, to whom I was more and more attached till, in
the year 1743, i went over to Marienborn. There I saw many things
which I could not approve; and was more and more uneasy till I
returned to England. I was afterward much employed by the Brethren.
I was ordained deacon. But still I had a sore and burdened conscience,
and gained no ground in my spiritual warfare: rather, having laid aside
prayer and searching the Scripture, I was more and more dead to God.
But in 1750, I awoke again, and was under great agenies of mind. And
from this time I wrote to the Count again and again, and to most of the
labourers ; but to no purpose. Andrew Frey’s account is true. The
spirit of levity and frolicsomeness, which he justly describes, broke in
about 1746, and is not purged out yet. In May last, I wrote and
delivered a declaration to the Brethren met in conference at Lindsey
House, that I did not dare to remain in their connection any longer.
The same declaration I made to them here a few days ago. What
further I am to do, I know not; but I trust God will direct me.”
Tues. 2.--On his expressing a desire to be present at our conference,
I invited him to it: and, on Wednesday, 3, in the evening, he came to
the Foundery. Our conference began the next morning, and continued
till the Thursday following. From the first hour to the last there was
no jarring string, but all was harmony and love.