Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol1 3

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol1-3-834
Words369
Trinity Catholic Spirit Reign of God
Finny Green at noon; and in the evening near Astbury. Friday, 2.-- I preached at Wednesbury in the afternoon, and thence rode to Meridan. Riding long stages the next day, we reached St. Alban’s, and the Foundery on Sunday morning. In the following week I examined the classes, and settled all the business which had called me to London. Monday, 12.--I preached at Reading, and rode on to Hungerford. Tuesday, 13.--I preached in the new-built room at Bristol. Thursday, 15.--1 rode to Beercrocombe, where, between six and seven, I preached to a serious congregation. At three, Friday, 16, we took horse, and came in the evening to Lifton, near Launceston. One who removed from Camelford hither, received us gladly. I had not been well all the day, so that I was not sorry they had had no notice of my coming. Being much better in the morning, I preached at seven in the street to a listening multitude, on, “ Repent ye, and believe the Gospel.” After preaching, I rode on to Mr. Bennet’s. In the evening I read prayers and preached in Tresmere church. Sunday, 18.--I rode to St. Gennis. Mr. Bennet read prayers, and I preached, on, *“* Thou art not far from the kingdom of God.” 1 question if there were more than two persons in the congregation who did not take it to themselves. Old Mrs. T. did, who was in tears during a great part of the sermon. And so did Mr. B., who afterward spoke of himself in such a manner as I rejoiced to hear. Between three and four we reached Tresmere, where a large congregation waited for us. There was no need of speaking terrible things to these, a people ready prepared for the Lord. So J began immediately after prayers, “ All things are of God, who hath reconciled us unto himself.” A little before six I preached again near St. Stephen’s Down. The whole multitude were silent while I was speaking. Not a whisper was heard; but the moment I had done, the chain fell off their tongues. I was really surprised. Surely never was such a cackling made on the banks of Cayster, or the common of Sedgmoor.