Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-518 |
| Words | 399 |
At eleven I preached my farewell sermon in the Hospital Square. I
never saw such a congregation there before ; nor did I ever speak so
searchingly. I could not conclude till one; and then both men, women,
and children, hung upon me, so that I knew not which way to disengage
myself. After some time, I got to the gate, and took horse ; but even
then “a muckle woman” (as one called her, in great anger,) kept her
hold, and ran by the horse’s side, through thick and thin, down to Sandgate. Jonathan Reeves rode with me. We reached Darlington that
night, and Boroughbridge the next day. What encouragement have
we to speak for God! At our inn we met an ancient man, who seemed
by his conversation, never to have thought whether he had any soul or
no. Before we set out, I spoke a few words concerning his cursing
and idle conversation. ‘The man appeared quite broken in pieces:
the tears started into his eyes; and he acknowledged (with abundance
of thanks to me) his own guilt, and the goodness of God.
Sat. January 1, 1743.--Between Doncaster and Epworth, I overtook
one who immediately accosted me with so many and so impertinent
questions, that I was quite amazed. In the midst of some of them,
concerning my travels and my journey, I interrupted him, and asked,
« Are you aware that we are on a longer journey; that we are travelling
toward eternity?” He replied instantly, “O, I find you! I find you!
I know where you are! Is not your name Wesley?’--’Tis pity! ’Tis
great pity! Why could not your father’s religion serve you ? Why must
you have a new religion?” I was going to reply; but he cut me short
by crying out in triumph, “I am a Christian! I ama Christian! I am
a Churchman! I am a Churchman! I am none of your Culamites;” as
plain as he could speak; for he was so drunk, he could but just keep
his seat. Having then clearly won the day, or, as his phrase was,
‘“‘put them all down,” he began kicking his horse on both sides, and
rode off as fast as he could.
In the evening I reached Epworth. Sunday, 2.--At five, I preached
on, “ So is every one that is born of the Spirit.” About eight I preached