The life and times of the Rev. John Wesley, M.A., founder of the Methodists. Vol. 2 (of 3)Tyerman, L. (Luke)
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The life and times of the Rev. John Wesley, M.A., founder of the Methodists. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Tyerman, L. (Luke)
Methodism; Wesley, John, 1703-1791
“DEAR SIR,—In my last journey into the north, all my patience was
put to the proof again and again, and all my endeavours to please;
yet without success. In my present journey, I leap, as broke from
chains. I am content with whatever entertainment I meet with, and my
companions are always in good humour, ‘because they are with me,’ This
must be the spirit of all who take journeys with me. If a dinner ill
dressed, a hard bed, a poor room, a shower of rain, or a dirty road,
will put them out of humour, it lays a burden upon me, greater than
all the rest put together. By the grace of God, I never fret; I repine
at nothing; I am discontented with nothing. And to have persons at my
ear, fretting and murmuring at everything, is like tearing the flesh
off my bones. I see God sitting upon His throne, and ruling all things
well. Peace be with you all.
“I am, etc.
“JOHN WESLEY.”[240]
At the end of October, he returned to London, and, on the first Sunday
after his arrival, read prayers, preached, and gave the sacrament, at
Snow’s Fields, in the morning; preached and gave the sacrament at noon
in West Street chapel; met the leaders at three; buried a corpse at
four; preached at five; and afterwards met the society, and concluded
the day with a general lovefeast.
Whitefield had returned from America in the month of May, and wrote:
“The poor despised Methodists are as lively as ever; and, in several
churches, the gospel is now preached with power. Many, in Oxford, are
awakened to a knowledge of the truth, and I have heard almost every
week of some fresh minister or another that seems determined to know
nothing but Jesus Christ, and Him crucified. The greatest venom is spit
out against Mr. Romaine, who, having been reputed a great scholar, is
now looked upon and treated as a great fool.”[241]
On November 5, after a long separation, Wesley and Whitefield met in
London. “Disputings,” writes the former, “are now no more: we love
one another, and join hand in hand to promote the cause of our common
Master.” The remainder of the year was spent in the metropolis and its
immediate vicinity.
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