Wesley Corpus

Journal Vol4 7

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typejournal
YearNone
Passage IDjw-journal-vol4-7-166
Words395
Catholic Spirit Pneumatology Social Holiness
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.