Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol1 3

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol1-3-1220
Words378
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Reign of God
Fri. 9.--I preached in the new house at St. Just, the largest and most commodious in the county. Sat. 10.--We rode to the Land’s End. I know no natural curiosity like this. The vast ragged stones rise on every side, when you are near the point of land, with green turt between, as level and smooth as if it were the effect of art. And the rocks which terminate the land are so torn by the sea, that they appear like great heaps of ruins. Sun. 11.--I preached at St. Just at nine. At one, the congregation in Morva stood on a sloping ground, sank above rank, as in a theatre. Many of them bewailed their want of God; and many tasted how gracious he is. At five I preached in Newlyn, to a huge multitude ; and one only seemed to be offended,--a very good surt of woman, who took great pains to get away, crying aloud, “ Nay, if going to church and sacrament will not put us to heaven, I know not what will.” Mon. 12.--I preached in Lelant at one. Many from St. Ives were present, from whom I learned that Mr. Swindells would have preached abroad the day before, but was hindered. It is well he was: for this occasioned the offer of a meadow near the town, far more convenient Sept. 1757. | REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 643 tnan the street. At six I stood at the bottom of it, the people rising higher and higher before me. I believe not many were left in the town ; and all behaved as in the presence of God. The next evening the congregation was enlarged by the addition of many from the country; and Wednesday, 14, their number was larger still. We did not open the door of the room till just half-hour past eight ; by which means the heat was not intolerable, till I had done preaching: I then retired, and left the other preachers to perform the rest of the service. Thur. 15.--As we rode toward Helstone, I think the sun was near as hot as it was at midsummer; yet all along the trees looked as in the depth of winter, that scorching wind having destroyed all it touched.