To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-176 |
| Words | 388 |
We have lost only the dross, the enthusiasm, the prejudice and offence. The pure gold remains, faith working by love, and, we have ground to believe, increases daily. I buried the remains of Joseph Norbury, a faithful witness of Jesus Christ. For about three years he has humbly and boldly testified, that God had saved him from all sin: And his whole spirit and behaviour in life and death made his testimony beyond exception. DECEMBER 1. All the leisure hours I had in this and the following months, during the time I was in London, I spent in reading over our Works with the Preachers, considering what objections had been made, and correcting whatever we judged wrong, either in the matter or expression. I rode to Shoreham, and preached in the evening to a more than usually serious company. The next evening they were considerably increased. The small-pox, just broke out in the town, has made many of them thoughtful. O let not the impression pass away as the morning dew ! I rode to Staplehurst, where Mr. Ch , who loves all that love Christ, received us gladly. At six the congregation, gathered from many miles round, seemed just ripe for the Gospel: So that (contrary to my custom in a new place) I spoke merely of "the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ." Thursday, 8. In returning to London I was throughly wet; but it did me no hurt at all. I spent an agreeable hour, and not unprofitably, in conversation with my old friend, John Gambold. O how gladly could I join heart and hand again! But, alas ! thy heart is not as my heart! I dined at Dr. G 's, as friendly and courteous as Dr. Doddridge himself. How amiable is courtesy joined with sincerity ! Why should they ever be divided? I took my leave of the Bull-and-Mouth, a barren, uncomfortable place, where much pains has been taken 158 Rev. J. wesDEY's Jan. 1764. for several years: I fear, to little purpose, Thursday, 22. I spent a little time in a visit to Mr. M ; twenty years ago a zealous and useful Magistrate, now a picture of human mature in disgrace; feeble in body and mind; slow of speech and of understanding. Lord, let me not live to be useless! Mon.