Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-194 |
| Words | 396 |
able hope that they wouldnot be scattered any more.
About noon I preached in the market-place at Wainfleet,
once a large sea-port town, till the harbour was blocked upby
sand. The congregation behaved exceeding well. We now
passed into Marshland, a fruitful and pleasant part of the
county. Such is Langham-Row in particular, the abode of
honest George Robinson and his fourteen children. Although
it was a lone house, yet such a multitude of people flocked
together, that I was obliged to preach abroad. It blew a storm,
and we had several showers of rain; but no one went away. I
do not wonder that this society is the largest, as well as the
liveliest, in these parts of Lincolnshire.
Mon. 19. I preached at Louth, where the people used to be
rough enough ; but now were serious and calmly attentive.
Such a change in awhole town, I have seldom known in the
compass of one year.
Tues. 20. Afterpreaching at Tealby, I went on to Grimsby,
where I am still more at home than at any place in the east of
Lincolnshire ; though scarce any of our first members remain :
They are all safe lodged in Abraham's bosom. But here is still
a loving people, though a little disturbed bythe Calvinists, who
seize on every halting soul as theirown lawful prey.
Wed. 21. I preached at Scotter, to a lovely, simple-hearted
people ; and at Epworth in the evening.
Thur. 22.-I preached once more at Crowle, to a numerous
and deeply serious congregation. Every one thought, " Can
any good come out of Crowle ? י" But God's thoughts were not
as our thoughts. There is now such a work ofGod in this, as
is in few of the places round about it.
Sat. 24. I preached about noon at Belton. There was the
dawn of ablessed work here ; but " My Lady's Preachers," so
called, breaking in, set every one's sword against his brother.
Some of them revive a little ; but I doubt whether they will ever
recover their first love.
July, 1780.1 JOURNAL . 187
Sun. 25. Sir William Anderson, the Rector, having sent
an express order to his Curate, he did not dare to gainsay. So
at ten I began reading Prayers to such a congregation as I
apprehend hardly ever assembled in this church before. I