Journal Vol4 7
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol4-7-473 |
| Words | 386 |
could, againstconformity tothe world. But who will take thewarn- ing ? Ifhardly one in ten, yet is myrecordwith the MostHigh. I spent aday or two with my good old friends at Newington. Thursday, 15. I retired to Camberwell, and car- ried on my Journal, probably as far as I shall live to write it. On Thursday I preached once more at Peckham; and did not withhold from them that had ears to hear, the whole counsel ofGod. I looked over the finest picture of atheistical religion that ever I saw, in the account that Captain Wilson gives of Thule, King of Pelew. But how utterly needless is either the knowledge or the grace of God, (consequently, how idle a book is the Bible,) if aman be all-accomplished, that has no more knowledge of God than a horse, and no more of his grace than a sparrow ! -I retired in order to finish myyear's accounts. If possible, I must be a better economist ; for instead of having anything beforehand, I am now considerably in debt ; but this I do not like. I would fain settle even my accounts before I die. Much of the power of Godwas in the congrega- tion, both morning and afternoon ; as also onMonday evening ; which gave me a good hope that God will carry on his own work. Atthe earnest importunity of our friends, on Wednesday, 28, I went to open the new preaching-house at Rye. It is a noble building, much loftier than most of our Houses, and finely situated at the headof the town. Itwas throughly filled. Such acongregation I never saw atRye before ; and their behaviour was as remarkable as their number ; which, added to the peace- able, loving spirit they are now in, gives reason to hope there will be such a work here as has not been heretofore. Feb. 1789. -I went over to Winchelsea ; once a large, flourish- ing city ; but ever since it was burnt by the Danes, a little, incon- siderable town, though finely situated on the top of a range of hills. The new preaching-house was well filled with decent, serious hearers,who seemed to receive the truth in the love of it. I returned to Rye in the afternoon ; and in the evening