Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-566 |
| Words | 396 |
Wed. 26.--I enlarged upon those deep words, “ Repent, and believe
the Gospel.” When I had done, a man stood forth in the midst, one
who had exceedingly troubled his brethren, vehemently maintaining
(for the plague had spread hither also) that they ought not to pray, to
sing, to communicate, to search the Scriptures, or to trouble themselves about works, but only to believe and be still; and said with a
loud voice, “ Mr. Wesley! let me speak a few words. Is it not said,
“ A certain man had two sons: and he said unto the younger, Go work
to-day in my vineyard: and he answered, I will not; but afterward he
repented and went?? Tamhe. I said yesterday, ‘I will not go to hear
him ; I will have nothing to do with him.’ ButI repent. Here is my
hand. By the grace of God, I will not leave you as long as I live.”
William Blow, Mrs. S., and I set out at six. During our whole
journey to Newcastle, I scarce observed her to laugh or even smile
once. Nor did she ever complain of any thing, or appear moved in
the least with those trying circumstances which many times occurred in
our way. A steady seriousness, or sadness, rather, appeared in her
whole behaviour and conversation, as became one that felt the burden
of sin and was groaning after salvation. In the same spirit, by all I
could observe or learn, she continued during her stay at Newcastle.
Not long after, her husband removed from thence, and wrote to her to
follow him. She set out in a ship bound for Hull. A storm met them
by the way; the ship sprung a leak ; but though it was near the shore,
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on which many people flocked together, yet the sea ran so exceeding
high, that it was impossible to make any help. Mrs. S. was seen standing on the deck, as the ship gradually smk; and afterward hanging
by her hands on the ropes, till the masts hkewise disappeared. Even
then, for some moments, they could observe her floating upon the
waves, till her clothes, which buoyed her up, being throughlv wet, she
sunk,--I trust. into the ocean of God’s merev.
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