To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-291 |
| Words | 368 |
As it rained, I desired the men to put on their hats; but in two or three minutes they pulled them off again, and seemed to mind nothing but how they might "know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ." We rode to Skipton in Craven. I designed to preach in the market-place; but the rain prevented. So I stood near Mr. Garforth's house, where many were under shelter; but many remained without, seeming not to think whether it rained or not. Will all these be barren and unfruitful? I preached at Addingham about nine, and at Guiseley in the evening. Sunday, 27. As Baildon church would not near contain the congregation, after the Prayers were ended I came out into the church-yard, both morning and afternoon. The wind was extremely high, and blew in my face all the time; yet, I believe, all the people could hear. At Bradford there was so huge a multitude, and the rain so damped my voice, that many in the skirts of the congregation could not hear distinctly. They have just built a preaching-house, fifty-four feet square, the largest octagon we have in England; and it is the first of the kind where the roof is built with common sense, rising only a third of its breadth; yet it is as firm as any in England; nor does it at all hurt the walls. Why then does any roof rise higher? Only through want of skill, or want of honesty, in the builder. I preached at Colne. And here I found one whom I had sent for some years ago. She lives two miles from Colne, and is of an unblamable behaviour. Her name is Ann A m. She is now in the twenty-sixth year of her age. The account she gives is as follows:- "I cannot now remember the particulars which I told Mr. Grimshaw from time to time; but I well remember, that from the time I was about four years old, after I was in bed I used to see several persons walking up and down the room. They all used to come very near the bed, and look upon me, but say -Aug. 1766. JOURNAL. 259 nothing.