Wesley's Designated Successor: The Life, Letters, and Literary Labours of the Rev. John William Fletcher, Vicar of Madeley, ShropshireTyerman, L. (Luke)
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Wesley's Designated Successor: The Life, Letters, and Literary Labours of the Rev. John William Fletcher, Vicar of Madeley, Shropshire
Tyerman, L. (Luke)
Fletcher, John, 1729-1785
”Among many little providences, I shall mention one to your ladyship.
The Bishop having unexpectedly sent me word to go to him for
institution without delay, if I wished not to be at the trouble of
following him to London, I set out in haste for Hereford, where I
arrived the day before his lordship’s departure. As I went along, I
thought that if my going to Madeley was from the Lord, it was
providential that I should thus be called to be instituted in the
country, for were it to be in London, Sir Peter Rivers, the Bishop’s
chaplain, who examined me for orders, and who made so much noise last
summer in West Street Chapel, where he found me preaching, would
infallibly defeat the end of my journey, according to his
threatenings. Thus did worldly wisdom work in my heart; but no
divination can stand against the God of Jacob, who is a jealous God,
and does not give His glory to another. A clergyman, named Sir Dutton
Colt, came to see the Bishop just as I entered the palace, and the
secretary, coming to him, said in my hearing, ‘Sir Peter is just come
from London to take possession of a prebend, which the Bishop has
given him; he is now in the palace; how do you rank with him?’ My
surprise was great, for a moment, and my first thought was to ride
away without institution; but, having gone too far to retreat, I had
an instant strength from on high to be still and see the salvation of
the Lord. My second thought was to thank God for sending this man from
London in that point of time to defeat Mr. Hill’s design; and, easily
throwing up Madeley, I cried for strength to make a good confession
before the high priest and the scribe; and I felt I had it, but I was
not called to use it, for the Bishop was alone, the ceremony was over
in ten minutes, and Sir Peter did not come in till after. I met him at
the door of the Bishop’s room, and a wig I had on that day prevented
his recollecting who I was. Your ladyship cannot conceive how thankful
I was for this little incident, not because I was not disappointed of
a living, but because I saw and felt, that, had I been disappointed,
it would have been no disappointment to me.
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