Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-166 |
| Words | 395 |
ful disputations, set every one's sword against his brother. One
of these has just crept into Grimsby, and is striving to divide
the poor little flock ; but I hope his labour will be in vain, and
they will still hold " the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace."
Sun. 4.-I had designed to preach abroad at Louth ; but
the raindrove us into the House. In the evening I expounded,
and strongly applied, the story of Dives and Lazarus. The
whole congregation, except a few poor gentlemen, behaved with
decency.
Mon. 5.-I preached about eleven, at Langham-Row, to a
congregation gathered from many miles round, on, " How
amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts !" As a great
part of them were athirst for perfect love, they drank in every
word. In the afternoon we went to Raithby. It is a small
[July, 1779.
village on the top of a hill. The shell of Mr. Brackenbury's
house was just finished, near which he has built a little chapel.
It was quickly filled with deeply serious hearers. I was much
comforted among them, and could not but observe, while the
landlord and his tenants were standing together, how
Love, like death, makes all distinctions void.
Tues. 6. After an absence of near twenty years, I once
more visited poor Coningsby, and preached at eleven in their
new preaching-house, to a plain, simple people. In the evening
I took my usual stand in the market-place at Horncastle. The
wild men were more quiet than usual ; I suppose, because they
saw Mr. Brackenbury standing by me ; whom they knew to be
in Commission for the Peace, for this part of the county.
Wed. 7.-I preached at Sturton and Gainsborough ; and
Thursday, 8, at Scotter, where the poor people walk " in the
fear of the Lord, and in the comfort of the Holy Ghost." In
the evening I preached at Ouston ; and on Friday, 9, went on
to Epworth. How true is this trite remark,-
Nescio quá natale solum dulcedine cunctos
Ducit, et immemores non sinet esse suâ !
Thenatal soil to all how strangely sweet !
Theplace where first he breathed who can forget !
In the evening I took my usual stand in the market-place ; but
had far more than the usual congregation. Saturday, 10.