<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704</id><updated>2011-12-09T05:22:55.013-08:00</updated><category term='Letters of John Wesley'/><category term='Trustees of Georgia'/><category term='Collection of Hymns'/><category term='Background'/><category term='for the Use of the People Called Methodists'/><category term='Journal of John Wesley'/><category term='Sermons of John Wesley'/><category term='Explanatory Notes upon the Old Testament'/><category term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><category term='How to Read the Scripture'/><category term='Diary of John Wesley'/><category term='A Collection of Psalms and Hymns'/><category term='Devotional Material'/><category term='Imitation of Christ'/><category term='Letters to/from Oglethorpe'/><category term='The Character of a Methodist'/><title type='text'>John Wesley's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5656377750555631702</id><published>2011-04-26T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:51:00.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trustees of Georgia'/><title type='text'>From the Minutes of the Trustees April 26, 1738</title><content type='html'>April 26, 1738. — Rev. John Wesley left the appointment of him by Trustees to&lt;br /&gt;  perform religious services in Georgia. The authority granted him ordered to be&lt;br /&gt;  revoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5656377750555631702?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5656377750555631702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5656377750555631702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5656377750555631702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5656377750555631702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-minutes-of-trustees-april-26-1738.html' title='From the Minutes of the Trustees April 26, 1738'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7913699896410913661</id><published>2011-02-22T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:50:00.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trustees of Georgia'/><title type='text'>From the Minutes of the Trustees Feb 22, 1738</title><content type='html'>Feb. 22, 1737-8. — Rev. John Wesley delivered a narrative relating to the complaints&lt;br /&gt; of Mrs. Williamson and three certificates signed by three persons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7913699896410913661?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7913699896410913661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7913699896410913661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7913699896410913661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7913699896410913661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-minutes-of-trustees-feb-22-1738.html' title='From the Minutes of the Trustees Feb 22, 1738'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7149286383435916876</id><published>2010-12-21T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:49:00.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trustees of Georgia'/><title type='text'>From the Minutes of the Trustees Dec 21, 1737</title><content type='html'>Dec. 21, 1737. — Read an instruction from the King, appointing that in the&lt;br /&gt;morning and evening prayers in the Litany, as well as in the occasional offices,&lt;br /&gt;in the Book of Common Prayer, where the Royal Family is appointed to be particularly&lt;br /&gt;prayed for, the following Form and Order : " Their Royal Highnesses&lt;br /&gt;Frederic Prince of Wales, the Princess of Wales, the l)uke, the Princess, and&lt;br /&gt;all the Royal Family," be forthwith published in all the parish churches and&lt;br /&gt;other places of Divine worship in the Colony of Georgia, and that obedience be&lt;br /&gt;paid thereto accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered: That a License be made out for the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield to&lt;br /&gt;perform Ecclesiastical offices in Georgia, as a deacon in the Church of England.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7149286383435916876?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7149286383435916876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7149286383435916876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7149286383435916876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7149286383435916876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-minutes-of-trustees-dec-21-1737.html' title='From the Minutes of the Trustees Dec 21, 1737'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7249595399009158201</id><published>2010-12-07T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:48:00.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trustees of Georgia'/><title type='text'>From the Minutes of the Trustees Dec 7, 1737</title><content type='html'>Dec. 7, 1737. — Several letters were read from Mr. Williamson at Savannah,&lt;br /&gt;   complaining of the Rev. John Wesley having refused the Sacrament to his wife,&lt;br /&gt;   Mrs. Sophia Williamson, with affidavit of latter thereupon, and two presentments&lt;br /&gt;   of thu Grand Jury of the Rev. John Wesley for said refusal, and for several other&lt;br /&gt;   facts laid to his charge.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered : That copies of said letters and affidavit be sent over to the Rev. Mr.&lt;br /&gt;John Wesley, desiring him to return his answers to the same as soon as possible :&lt;br /&gt;and that a letter be sent to Mr. Williamson to acquaint him of said copies being&lt;br /&gt;sent to Mr. Wesley, and that, if he has anything new to lay before the Trustees,&lt;br /&gt;he should show it first to Mr. VVesley, and then send it over to them ; and that&lt;br /&gt;the Trustees think he should not have made his application to the world, by advertising&lt;br /&gt;his complaints, before he had acquainted the Trustees with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7249595399009158201?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7249595399009158201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7249595399009158201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7249595399009158201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7249595399009158201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-minutes-of-trustees-dec-7-1737.html' title='From the Minutes of the Trustees Dec 7, 1737'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2006251911516887725</id><published>2010-11-09T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:47:01.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trustees of Georgia'/><title type='text'>From the Minutes of the Trustees Nov 9, 1737</title><content type='html'>Nov. 9, 1737. — Received from Major William Cook 16 different sorts of vine&lt;br /&gt;   cuttings from France, for the use of the Colony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2006251911516887725?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2006251911516887725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2006251911516887725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2006251911516887725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2006251911516887725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-minutes-of-trustees-nov-9-1737.html' title='From the Minutes of the Trustees Nov 9, 1737'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7070443138964192739</id><published>2010-08-16T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:50:00.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 16, 1737 -- The Charges Against John Wesley</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 16.—Mrs. Williamson swore to and signed an affidavit insinuating much more than it asserted; but asserting that Mr. Wesley had many times proposed marriage to her, all which proposals she rejected. Of this I desire a copy. Mr. Causton replied: “Sir, you may have one from any of the newspapers in America.”&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday and Friday was delivered out a list of twenty-six men, who were to meet as a grand jury on Monday, the twenty-second. But this list was called in the next day, and twenty-four names added to it. Of this grand jury (forty-four of whom only met), one was a Frenchman, who did not understand English; one a Papist, one a professed infidel, three Baptists, sixteen or seventeen other Dissenters, and several others who had personal quarrels against me and had openly vowed revenge.&lt;br /&gt;To this grand jury, on Monday, 22, Mr. Causton gave a long and earnest charge “to beware of spiritual tyranny, and to oppose the new, illegal authority which was usurped over their consciences.” Then Mrs. Williamson’s affidavit was read; after which, Mr. Causton delivered to the grand jury a paper, entitled:&lt;br /&gt;“A List of grievances, presented by the grand jury for Savannah, this  day of August, 1737.”&lt;br /&gt;This the majority of the grand jury altered in some particulars, and on Thursday, September 1, delivered it again to the court, under the form of two presentments, containing ten bills, which were then read to the people.&lt;br /&gt;Herein they asserted, upon oath, “That John Wesley, clerk, had broken the laws of the realm, contrary to the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;“1. By speaking and writing to Mrs. Williamson against her husband’s consent.&lt;br /&gt;“2. By repelling her from the holy communion.&lt;br /&gt;“3. By not declaring his adherence to the Church of England.&lt;br /&gt;“4. By dividing the morning service on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;“5. By refusing to baptize Mr. Parker’s child, otherwise than by dipping, except the parents would certify it was weak and not able to bear it.&lt;br /&gt;“6. By repelling William Gough from the holy communion.&lt;br /&gt;“7. By refusing to read the burial service over the body of Nathaniel Polhill.&lt;br /&gt;“8.           By calling himself Ordinary of Savannah.&lt;br /&gt;“9. By refusing to receive William Aglionby as a godfather, only because he was not a communicant.&lt;br /&gt;“10. By refusing Jacob Matthews for the same reason; and baptizing an Indian trader’s child with only two sponsors.” (This, I own, was wrong; for I ought, at all hazards, to have refused baptizing it till he had procured a third.)&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 2.—Was the third court at which I appeared since my being carried before Mr. P. and the Recorder.&lt;br /&gt;I now moved for an immediate hearing on the first bill, being the only one of a civil nature; but it was refused. I made the same motion in the afternoon, but was put off till the next court-day.&lt;br /&gt;On the next court-day I appeared again, as also at the two courts following, but could not be heard, because (the Judge said) Mr. Williamson was gone out of town.&lt;br /&gt;The sense of the minority of the grand jurors themselves (for they were by no means unanimous) concerning these presentments may appear from the following paper, which they transmitted to the trustees:&lt;br /&gt;To the Honorable the Trustees for Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;“Whereas two presentments have been made: the one of August 23, the other of August 31, by the grand jury for the town and county of Savannah, in Georgia, against John Wesley, Clerk.&lt;br /&gt;“We whose names are underwritten, being members of the said grand jury, do humbly beg leave to signify our dislike of the said presentments; being, by many and divers circumstances, thoroughly persuaded in ourselves that the whole charge against Mr. Wesley is an artifice of Mr. Causton’s, designed rather to blacken the character of Mr. Wesley than to free the colony from religious tyranny, as he was pleased, in his charge to us, to term it. But as these circumstances will be too tedious to trouble your Honors with, we shall only beg leave to give the reasons of our dissent from the particular bills…..”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7070443138964192739?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7070443138964192739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7070443138964192739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7070443138964192739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7070443138964192739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-16-1737-charges-against-john.html' title='August 16, 1737 -- The Charges Against John Wesley'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1947758910036351862</id><published>2010-08-11T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:49:00.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 11, 1737</title><content type='html'>Thursday, 11.—Mr. Causton came to my house and, among many other sharp words, said: “Make an end of this matter; thou hadst best. My niece to be used thus! I have drawn the sword and I will never sheath it till I have satisfaction.”&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, he added: “Give the reasons of your repelling her before the whole congregation.” I answered:  “Sir, if you insist upon it, I will; and so you may be pleased to tell her.” He said, “Write to her, and tell her so yourself.” I said, “I will”; and after he went I wrote as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To Mrs. Sophia Williamson&lt;br /&gt;“At Mr. Causton’s request, I write once more. The rules whereby I proceed are these:&lt;br /&gt;“’So many as intend to be partakers of the holy communion, shall signify their names to the curate, at least some time the day before.’ This you did not do.&lt;br /&gt;“’And if any of these have done any wrong to his neighbors, by word or deed, so that the congregation be thereby offended, the curate shall advertise him that in any wise he presume not to come to the Lord’s table until he hath openly declared himself to have truly repented.’&lt;br /&gt;“If you offer yourself at the Lord’s table on Sunday, I will advertise you (as I have done more than once) wherein you have done wrong. And when you have openly declared yourself to have truly repented, I will administer to you the mysteries of God. &lt;br /&gt;“John Wesley&lt;br /&gt;“August 11, 1737”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Delamotte carrying this, Mr. Causton said, among many other warm sayings: “I am the person that is injured.  The affront is offered to me; and I will espouse the cause of my niece. I am ill used, and I will have satisfaction, if it be to be had in the world.”&lt;br /&gt;Which way this satisfaction was to be had, I did not yet conceive; but on Friday and Saturday it began to appear; Mr. Causton declared to many persons that “Mr. Wesley had repelled Sophy from the holy communion purely out of revenge, because he had made proposals of marriage to her which she rejected, and married Mr. Williamson.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1947758910036351862?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1947758910036351862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1947758910036351862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1947758910036351862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1947758910036351862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-11-1737.html' title='August 11, 1737'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2507417062288290805</id><published>2010-08-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:48:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 9</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 9.—Mr. Jones, the constable, served the warrant, and carried me before Mr. Bailiff Parker and Mr. Recorder. My answer to them was that the giving or refusing the Lord’s supper being a matter purely ecclesiastical, I could not acknowledge their power to interrogate me upon it. Mr. Parker told me: “However, you must appear at the next Court, holden for Savannah.” Mr. Williamson, who stood by, said:  “Gentlemen, I desire Mr. Wesley may give bail for his appearance.” But Mr. Parker immediately replied: “Sir, Mr. Wesley’s word is sufficient.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2507417062288290805?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2507417062288290805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2507417062288290805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2507417062288290805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2507417062288290805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-9.html' title='August 9'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1166794544171237462</id><published>2010-08-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:54:00.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 7, 1737</title><content type='html'>John did find comfort in a female acquaintance in Georgia in Sophy Hopkey.  But he was concerned that settling down would hurt his ministry.  He wanted to evangelize the natives first.  After a year, Sophy was getting impatient.  Finally, In March 1737 she made it known that she was going to marry another if Wesley had no objection.  One of the things Wesley did when it was time to make a decision is to draw lots.  During these difficult days of decision, he wrote 3 slips of paper ... marry, think about it after a year, think about it no more.  He drew the latter slip of paper and decided that he was correct in not pursuing marriage.  When he later refused Sophy communion on August 7, 1737, he became mired in controversy.  He claimed he did so for valid reasons, but Sophy's new husband brought him to court for defamation of character.  Other charges were levied against him (concocted by people seeking ill will against Wesley).  After a while, Wesley could take no more and headed back to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.iscuo.org/georgia.htm"&gt;this page.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1166794544171237462?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1166794544171237462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1166794544171237462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1166794544171237462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1166794544171237462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-7-1737.html' title='August 7, 1737'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-6980921668579962532</id><published>2010-08-07T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:46:00.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, August 7</title><content type='html'>I repelled Mrs. Williamson from the holy communion. and Monday, August 8, Mr. Recorder, of Savannah, issued out the warrant following:&lt;br /&gt;“Georgia. Savannah ss.&lt;br /&gt;“To all Constables, Tithingmen, and others, whom these may concern:&lt;br /&gt;“You, and each of you, are hereby required to take the body of John Wesley, Clerk:&lt;br /&gt;“And bring him before one of the Bailiffs of the said town to answer the complaint of William Williamson and Sophia, his wife, for defaming the said Sophia, and refusing to administer to her the sacrament of the Lord’s supper in a public congregation without cause; by which the said William Williamson is damaged one thousand pound sterling; and for so doing, this is your warrant, certifying what you are to do in the premises. Given under my hand and seal the 8th day of August, Anno. dom. 1737.&lt;br /&gt;Tho. Christie.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-6980921668579962532?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6980921668579962532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=6980921668579962532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6980921668579962532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6980921668579962532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-august-7.html' title='Sunday, August 7'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4947505553789921592</id><published>2010-07-27T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:46:00.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trustees of Georgia'/><title type='text'>From the Minutes of the Trustees July 27, 1737</title><content type='html'>July 27, 1737. — Received a benefaction of a person who desired to be unknown,&lt;br /&gt;  of a Seal for the Town Court of Savannah, with an Engine or press, &amp;amp;c., value £&lt;br /&gt;  2 5s. Town Courts of Savannah and Frederica to be courts of law for trying&lt;br /&gt;  offences against the act for preventing the importation and use of rum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4947505553789921592?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4947505553789921592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4947505553789921592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4947505553789921592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4947505553789921592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-minutes-of-trustees-july-27-1737.html' title='From the Minutes of the Trustees July 27, 1737'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4661801957100009261</id><published>2010-07-06T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:46:49.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 6</title><content type='html'>—Mr. Causton came to my house, with Mr. Bailiff Parker and Mr. Recorder, and warmly asked, “How could you possibly think I should condemn you for executing any part of your office?” I said short, “Sir, what if I should think it the duty of my office to repel one of your family from the holy communion?” He replied, “If you repel me or my wife, I shall require a legal reason. But I shall trouble myself about none else. Let them look to themselves.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4661801957100009261?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4661801957100009261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4661801957100009261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4661801957100009261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4661801957100009261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/wednesday-6.html' title='Wednesday, 6'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4077761175258715284</id><published>2010-07-06T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:46:00.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trustees of Georgia'/><title type='text'>From the Minutes of the Trustees July 6, 1737</title><content type='html'>July 6th, 1737. — Received a Receipt from the Bank of England, for twenty&lt;br /&gt; thousand pounds, received by (.he Accountant at the Exchequer, (being so much&lt;br /&gt; granted the last session of Parliament, for the further securing and settling the&lt;br /&gt; colony of Georgia,) and paid in by him this day to the Bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4077761175258715284?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4077761175258715284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4077761175258715284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4077761175258715284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4077761175258715284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-minutes-of-trustees-july-6-1737.html' title='From the Minutes of the Trustees July 6, 1737'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-344014320857911219</id><published>2010-07-03T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:46:05.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 3</title><content type='html'>Sunday, July 3.—Immediately after the holy communion, I mentioned to Mrs. Williamson (Mr. Causton’s niece) some things which I thought reprovable in her behavior. At this she appeared extremely angry; said she did not expect such usage from me; and at the turn of the street, through which we were walking home, went abruptly away. The next day Mrs. Causton endeavored to excuse her; told me she was exceedingly grieved for what had passed the day before and desired me to tell her in writing what I disliked; which I accordingly did the day following.&lt;br /&gt;But first I sent Mr. Causton the following note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sir,&lt;br /&gt;“To this hour you have shown yourself my friend; I ever have and ever shall acknowledge it. And it is my earnest desire that He who hath hitherto given me this blessing would continue it still.&lt;br /&gt;“But this cannot be, unless you will allow me one request, which is not so easy a one as it appears: do not condemn me for doing, in the execution of my office, what I think it my duty to do.&lt;br /&gt;“If you can prevail upon yourself to allow me this, even when I act without respect of persons, I am persuaded there will never be, at least not long, any misunderstanding between us. For even those who seek it shall, I trust, find no occasion against me, ‘except it be concerning the law of my God.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-344014320857911219?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/344014320857911219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=344014320857911219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/344014320857911219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/344014320857911219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-3.html' title='July 3'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-6789352641478985716</id><published>2010-04-12T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:45:15.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 12</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 12.—Being determined, if possible, to put a stop to the proceedings of one in Carolina, who had married several of my parishioners without either banns or license and declared he would do so still, I set out in a sloop for Charleston. I landed there on Thursday, and related the case to Mr. Garden, the Bishop of London’s commissary, who assured me he would take care no such irregularity should be committed for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-6789352641478985716?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6789352641478985716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=6789352641478985716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6789352641478985716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6789352641478985716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-12.html' title='April 12'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-532509659047507720</id><published>2010-04-04T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:45:00.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trustees of Georgia'/><title type='text'>From the Minutes of the Trustees April 4, 1737</title><content type='html'>April 4, 1737. — A law was read against the use of gold and silver, in apparel&lt;br /&gt;and furniture, in Georgia, and for preventing extravagance and luxury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-532509659047507720?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/532509659047507720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=532509659047507720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/532509659047507720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/532509659047507720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-minutes-of-trustees-april-4-1737.html' title='From the Minutes of the Trustees April 4, 1737'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-6820683459663643912</id><published>2010-04-04T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:44:36.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, April 4.</title><content type='html'>Monday, April 4.—I began learning Spanish in order to converse with My Jewish parishioners; some of whom seem nearer the mind that was in Christ than many of those who called Him Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-6820683459663643912?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6820683459663643912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=6820683459663643912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6820683459663643912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6820683459663643912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-april-4.html' title='Monday, April 4.'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8196964670675536321</id><published>2010-03-04T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:41:08.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, March 4.</title><content type='html'>Friday, March 4.—I wrote the trustees for Georgia an account of our year’s expense, from March 1, 1736, to March 1, 1737; which, deducting extraordinary expenses, such as repairing the parsonage house and journeys to Frederica, amounted, for Mr. Delamotte and me, to f 44/4s. 4d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8196964670675536321?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8196964670675536321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8196964670675536321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8196964670675536321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8196964670675536321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-march-4.html' title='Friday, March 4.'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-6328106288798016077</id><published>2009-11-24T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:06:00.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Tuesday, November 23, 1736</title><content type='html'>Mr. Oglethorpe sailed for England, leaving Mr. Ingham, Mr. Delamotte, and me at Savannah, but with less prospect of preaching to the Indians than we had the first day we set foot in America. Whenever I mentioned it, it was immediately replied, “You cannot leave Savannah without a minister.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this indeed my plain answer was, “I know not that I am under any obligation to the contrary. I never promised to stay here one month. I openly declared both before, at, and ever since, my coming hither that I neither would nor could take charge of the English any longer than till I could go among the Indians.” If it was said, “But did not the trustees of Georgia appoint you to be minister of Savannah?” I replied, “They did; but it was not done by my solicitation: it was done without either my desire or knowledge. Therefore, I cannot conceive that appointment to lay me under any obligation of continuing there any longer than till a door is opened to the heathens; and this I expressly declared at the time I consented to accept of that appointment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But though I had no other obligation not to leave Savannah now, yet that of love, I could not break through: I could not resist the importunate request of the more serious parishioners, “to watch over their souls yet a little longer, till someone came who might supply my place.” And this I the more willingly did, because the time was not come to preach the gospel of peace to the heathens, all their nations being in a ferment; and Paustoobee and Mingo Mattaw having told me, in terms, in my own house, “Now our enemies are all about us, and we can do nothing but fight; but if the beloved ones should ever give us to be at peace, then we would hear the great Word.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-6328106288798016077?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6328106288798016077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=6328106288798016077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6328106288798016077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6328106288798016077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-november-23-1736.html' title='Tuesday, November 23, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7088213902128822713</id><published>2009-11-23T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:10:00.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter to Samuel, November 23, 1736</title><content type='html'>['Those who remember God will remember both the episcopacy and every good work.']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVANNAH, November 23, 1736. DEAR BROTHER, -- O pray write, and, if it may be, speak, that they may remember Him again who did run well but are now hindered !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the rock on which I had the nearest made ship wreck of the faith was the writings of the Mystics; under which term I comprehend all, and only those, who slight any of the means of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have drawn up a short scheme of their doctrines, partly from conversations I have had, and letters, and partly from their most approved writers, such as Tauler, Molinos, and the author of Theologia Germanica. [Wesley read the Theologia Germanica and other Mystic books on the advice of William Law. For his judgement as to their influence, see Journal, 'i. 420, and ii. 515 for his estimate of the book; see also letter of May 14, 1738, to Law.] I beg your thoughts upon it as soon as you can conveniently; and that you would give me them as particularly, fully, and strongly as your time will permit. They may be of consequence not only to all this province but to nations of Christians yet unborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'All means are not necessary for all men; therefore each person must use such means, and such only, as he finds neces sary for him. But since we can never attain our end by being wedded to the same means; therefore we must not obstinately cleave unto anything, lest it become an hindrance, not an help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Observe, farther, when the end is attained, the means cease. Now, all the other things enjoined are means to love; and love is attained by them who are in the inferior way, who are utterly divested of free will, of self-love, and self-activity, and are entered into the passive state. These deified men, in whom the superior will has extinguished the inferior, enjoy such a contemplation as is not only above faith, but above sight, such as is entirely free from images, thoughts, and dis course, and never interrupted by sins of infirmity or voluntary distractions. They have absolutely renounced their reason and understanding, else they could not be guided by a divine light. They seek no clear or particular knowledge of anything; but only an obscure, general knowledge, which is far better. They know it is mercenary to look for a reward from God, and inconsistent with perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Having thus attained the end, the means must cease. Hope is swallowed up in love. Sight, or something more than sight, takes place of faith. All particular virtues they possess in the essence, being wholly given up to the divine will, and therefore need not the distinct exercise of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They work likewise all good works essentially, not accidentally, and use all outward means only as they are moved thereto; and then to obey superiors or to avoid giving offense, but not as necessary or helpful to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Public prayer, or any forms, they need not; for they pray without ceasing. Sensible devotion in any prayer they despise, it being a great hindrance to perfection. The Scripture they need not read; for it is only His letter with whom they converse face to face. And if they do read it now and then, as for expounders, living or dead, reason, philosophy (which only puffs' up, and vainly tries to bind God by logical definitions and divisions), as for knowledge of tongues, or ancient customs, they need none of them, any more than the Apostles did, for they have the same Spirit. Neither do they need the Lord's supper, for they never cease to remember Christ in the most acceptable manner, any more than fasting, since, by constant temperance, they can keep a continual fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You that are to advise them that have not yet attained perfection, press them to nothing, not to self-denial, constant private prayer, reading the Scriptures, fasting, communi cating. If they love heathen poets, let them take their full swing in them. Speak but little to them in the meantime of eternity. If they are affected at any time with what you say, say no more; let them apply it, not you. You may advise them to some religious books, but stop there; let them use them as they please, and form their own reflections upon them without your intermeddling. If one who was religious falls off, let him alone. Either a man is converted to God or not: if he is not, his own will must guide him, in spite of all you can do; if he is, he is so guided by the Spirit of God as not to need your direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You that are yourselves imperfect, know love is your end, All things else are but means. Choose such means as lead you most to love; those alone are necessary for you. The means that others need are nothing to you: different men are led in different ways. And be sure be not wedded to any means. When anything helps you no longer, lay it aside; for you can never attain your end by cleaving obstinately to the same means: you must be changing them continually. Conversa tion, meditation, forms of prayer, prudential rules, fixed return of public or private prayer, are helps to some; but you must judge for yourself. Perhaps fasting may help you for a time, and perhaps the holy communion. But you will be taught by the Holy Spirit and by experience how soon, how often, and how long it is good for you to take it. Perhaps, too, you may need the Holy Scripture. But if you can renounce yourself without reading, it is better than all the reading in the world. And whenever you do read it, trouble yourself about no helps; the Holy Ghost will lead you into all truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As to doing good, take care of yourself first.' When you are converted, then strengthen your brethren. Beware of (what is incident to all beginners) an eager desire to set others a good example. Beware of earnestness to make others feel what you feel yourself. Let light shine as nothing to you. Beware of a zeal to do great things for God. Be charitable first; then do works of charity; do them when you are not dissipated thereby, or in, danger of losing your soul by pride and vanity. Indeed, till: then you can do no good to men's souls; and without that all done to their bodies is nothing. The command of doing good concerns not you yet. Above all, take care never to dispute about any of these points. Disputing can do no good. Is the man wicked Cast not pearls before swine. Is he imperfect ? He that disputes any advice is not yet ripe for it. Is he good? All good men agree in judgment: they differ only in words, which all are in their own nature ambiguous.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God deliver you and yours from all error and all unholiness! My prayers will never, I trust, be wanting you. -- I am, dear brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's and your most affectionate Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray remember me to Philly. [His brother’s daughter, who married Mr. Earle of Barnstaple.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7088213902128822713?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7088213902128822713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7088213902128822713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7088213902128822713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7088213902128822713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/letter-to-samuel-november-23-1736.html' title='Letter to Samuel, November 23, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8721630264473781232</id><published>2009-11-10T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:09:00.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter to Mr. Verelst, November 10, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, November 10, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIR,--I return you thanks for your favor. The good I have found here has, indeed, been beyond my expectations: the contrary behavior of many was no more than 1 looked for; being convinced, several years before I left England, that in every city or country under heaven the majority of the people are not the wisest or the best part. But we have an advantage here, which is not frequent in other places--that is, a Magis tracy not only regular in their own conduct, but desirous and watchful to suppress as far as in them lies whatever is openly ill in the conduct of others. I am obliged to you for the hint you give as to the regulating that too-prevailing neglect in the case of administering public oaths. Without doubt it should be done with all possible solemnity. For surely no hurry of business can excuse any want of reverence towards the God to whom all our business should be consecrated: since it is for His sake that we ought to undertake everything as wen as perform everything as in His sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray, when you send me any books, send a letter of advice. I have received no books from you since I came hither. --I am, dear sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most humble servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8721630264473781232?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8721630264473781232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8721630264473781232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8721630264473781232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8721630264473781232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/letter-to-mr-verelst-november-10-1736.html' title='Letter to Mr. Verelst, November 10, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-6154882461195825745</id><published>2009-09-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:07:00.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter To James Vernon, September 11, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, September 11, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a just claim to my repeated acknowledgments not only for continuance of your regard to my mother, but for your strengthening my hands, and encouraging me not to look back from the work wherein I am engaged. I know that if it shall please our Great God to give it His blessing, the god of this world will oppose in vain; and that therefore the whole depends on our approving our hearts before Him, and placing all our confidence in His power and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ingham has made some progress in the Creek language, but a short conversation I had with the chief of the Chickssaws (which my brother I presume has informed you of) moves me to desire rather to learn their language, if God shall give me opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The generality of that despised and almost unheard-of nation, if one may judge from the accounts given either by their own countrymen or strangers, are not only humble and peace able qualities, scarce to be found among any other of the Indian nations, but have so firm a reliance on Providence, so settled a habit of looking up to a Superior Being in all the occurrences of life, that they appear the most likely of all the Americans to receive and rejoice in the glorious-Gospel of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will become of this poor people, a few of whom now see the light and bless God for it, when I am called from among them, I know not. Nor indeed what will become of them while I am here; for the work is too weighty for me. A parish of above two hundred miles in length laughs at the labors of one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah alone would give constant employment for five or six to instruct, rebuke and exhort as need requires. Neither durst I advise any single person to take charge of Frederica, or indeed to exercise his Ministry there at all unless he was an experienced soldier of Jesus Christ, that could rejoice in Reproaches, Persecutions, Distresses for Christ's sake. I bless God for what little of them I have met with here, and doubt not but they were sent for my soul's health. My Heart's Desire for this place is, not that it may be a Famous or a Rich, but that it may be a Religious Colony, and then I am sure it cannot fail of the Blessing of God, which includes all real goods, Temporal and Eternal.--I am, sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your much obliged and obedient servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ann Granville [10]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVANAH, September 24, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mutual affection, and indeed the many other amiable qualities of those two sisters, [The Misses Bovey, of Savannah. Miss Becky died suddenly on July 10 (see Journal, i. 239-46' 270-80d; C. Wesley's Journal, i. 34). Her sister said: 'All my afflictions are nothing to this. I have lost not only a sister, but a friend. But this is the will of God. I rely on Him, and doubt not but He will support me under it.'] one of whom is lately gone to an happier place, would not have suffered me to be un mindful of your friend and you, had I had nothing else to remind me of you. I am persuaded that heavy affliction will prove the greatest blessing to the survivor which she ever yet received. She is now very cheerful, as well as deeply serious. She sees the folly of placing one's happiness in any creature, and is fully determined to give her whole heart to Him from whom death cannot part her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think how different her way of life is at Savannah from what it was at St. James's; and yet the wise, polite, gay world counts her removal thence a misfortune. I should not be at all grieved if you were fallen into the same misfortune, far removed from the pride of life, and hid in some obscure recess, where you were scarcely seen or heard of, unless by a few plain Christians and by God and His angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rivington [His London publisher, who had visited the Granvilles at Gloucester.] will send your letter, if you should ever have leisure to favor with a few lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sincere friend and most obedient servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch and strive and pray that your heart may be fight before God? Can you deny yourself, as well as take up your cross? Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-6154882461195825745?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6154882461195825745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=6154882461195825745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6154882461195825745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6154882461195825745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-james-vernon-september-11.html' title='Letter To James Vernon, September 11, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5562862256248827285</id><published>2009-09-10T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:06:00.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter to George Whitfield, September 10, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, September 10, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had long since begun to visit my parishioners in order from house to house.. But I could not go on two days longer; the sick were increasing so fast as to require all the time I had to spare, from one to five in the afternoon. Nor is even that enough to see them all, as I would do, daily. In Frederica and all the smaller settlements there are above five hundred sheep almost without a shepherd. He that is unjust must be unjust still, Here is none to search out and lay hold on the mollia ternpora fandi, [‘Apt times for speech.’] and to persuade him to save his soul alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He that is a babe in Christ may be so still. Here is none to attend the workings of grace upon his spirit, to feed him by degrees with food convenient for him, and gently lead him till he can follow the Lamb whithersoever He goeth. Does any err from the right way? here is none to recall him; he may go on to seek death in the error of his life. Is any wavering? here is none to confirm him. Is any falling ? there is none to lift him up. What a single man can do is neither seen nor felt. Where are ye who are very zealous for the Lord of hosts ? Who will rise up with me against the wicked? who will take God's part against the evil-doers? Whose spirit is moved within him to prepare himself for publishing glad tidings to those on whom the Sun of Righteous ness never yet arose, by laboring first for those his country men who are else without hope as well as without God in the world? Do you ask what you shall have? why, all you desire: food to eat, raiment to put on, a place where to lay your head (such as your Lord had not), and a crown of life that fadeth not away! Do you seek means of building up yourselves in the knowledge and love of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of no place under heaven where there are more, or perhaps so many, as in this place. Does your heart burn within you to turn many others to righteousness? Behold the whole land, thousands of thousands are before you! I will resign to any of you all or any part of my charge. Choose what seemeth good in your own eyes. Here are within these walls children of all ages and dispositions. Who will bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, till they are meet to be preachers of righteousness? Here are adults from the farthest parts of Europe and Asia and the inmost kingdoms of Africa; add to these the known and unknown nations of this vast continent, and you will indeed have a great multitude which no man can number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5562862256248827285?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5562862256248827285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5562862256248827285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5562862256248827285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5562862256248827285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-george-whitfield-september-10.html' title='Letter to George Whitfield, September 10, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5773815307315654563</id><published>2009-08-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:05:00.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to/from Oglethorpe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter to General Oglethorpe, August 23, 1736</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88IBSqm3FI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xy_MjUX8D1o/s1600-h/hawkins-davison+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88IBSqm3FI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xy_MjUX8D1o/s400/hawkins-davison+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174363315155426386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVANNAH, August 23, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIR, -- I choose to write rather than speak, that I may not say too much. I find it utterly impossible anything should be kept secret unless both parties are resolved upon it. What fell out yesterday is already known to every family in Frederica; but to many it has been represented in such a light that 'tis easy to know whence the representation comes. Now, sir, what can I do more ? Though I have given my reputation to God, I must not absolutely neglect it. The treatment I have met with was not barely an assault: you know one part of it was felony. I can't see what I can do but desire an open hearing in the face of all my countrymen of this place. If you (to whom I can gladly entrust my life and my all in this land) are excepted against as partial, let a jury be empanelled, and upon a full inquiry determine what such breaches of the law deserve. -- I am, sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your obliged and obedient servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From other sources:&lt;br /&gt;From the Sherpa Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Touring Fort Frederica today, one can wander the old streets, view house foundations, and read signs that explain the significance of each site. Still visible is the foundation of the Hawkins-Davison House where John Wesley encountered the wrath of Mrs. Beatre Hawkins, who attacked him with a pistol and a pair of scissors. He made good his escape, but not before she had bit him and torn his shirtsleeve with her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : John Wesley: A Biography By Stephen Tomkins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, Charles resigned the post, leaving on good terms with Oglethorpe who was happy to make the far more efficient John his secretary and advised Charles to take a wife.  Returning to England, Charles wrote to John putting the blame squarely on Hawkins and Welch. The women found out about the contents of the letter, which John further explained to them.  Welch treated him to the most scurrilous and profane outburst he had ever heard and Hawkins demanded a home visit.  He found her in her bedroom where she attacked him with a pair of scissors and a pistol… While her husband held back the constable and the neighbors, Wesley held her by her wrists and she tore into his cassock until Mr. Hawkins pulled her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Image from Georgia's Virtual Vault (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;http://content.sos.state.ga.us/u?/postcard,1125) Postcard of the Hawkins-Davison House ruins at Fort Frederica.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5773815307315654563?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5773815307315654563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5773815307315654563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5773815307315654563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5773815307315654563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter-to-general-oglethorpe-august-23.html' title='Letter to General Oglethorpe, August 23, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88IBSqm3FI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xy_MjUX8D1o/s72-c/hawkins-davison+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1856417926881450764</id><published>2009-08-16T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:17:00.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Mon., August 16th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R8_x5Cqm3GI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KhIyC9E8r4M/s1600-h/ship+in+storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R8_x5Cqm3GI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KhIyC9E8r4M/s400/ship+in+storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174620459142405218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A faint breeze springing up, the pilot, weary    of waiting a week to no purpose, said he would venture over the bar, though    he feared there was not water enough. Accordingly we attempted it, and had got    above half of the two miles between us and the sea, when a violent, squall arose,    and drove the ship before it with incredible swiftness. Before it began we were    almost becalmed, so that it saved the ship, at least, from being a-ground, though    with the immediate hazard both of that and our lives. The sailors were in great    consternation, expecting to be stranded every moment. The pilot cursed the ship    most heartily, and the hour he set foot in her. Having scraped along the ground    for some minutes before, the ship at last stuck. She got clear, and stuck fast    a second time; and immediately fell into seven fathom water. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;The Mate afterwards told me, it was one thousand to one but she    had been lost by the Captain's folly and ignorance, in letting fly the mainsail,    while we struck on the bar; which was the surest way to fix her there; as it    must have done had we not been on the very edge of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1856417926881450764?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1856417926881450764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1856417926881450764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1856417926881450764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1856417926881450764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/charles-journal-mon-august-16th.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Mon., August 16th.'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R8_x5Cqm3GI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KhIyC9E8r4M/s72-c/ship+in+storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3874908558743584557</id><published>2009-08-13T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:42:01.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal Fri., August 13th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88GzSqm3DI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6_h5ziRpHms/s1600-h/charleston+1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88GzSqm3DI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6_h5ziRpHms/s400/charleston+1704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174361975125630002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was still contrary; so that we were forced to lie off the bar, about five miles from Charlestown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3874908558743584557?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3874908558743584557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=3874908558743584557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3874908558743584557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3874908558743584557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/charles-journal-fri-august-13th.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal Fri., August 13th.'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88GzSqm3DI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6_h5ziRpHms/s72-c/charleston+1704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1174598965682288592</id><published>2009-08-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:41:00.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Wed., August 11th, 1736, Charles' Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88HMyqm3EI/AAAAAAAAAso/foTijdzfUzM/s1600-h/hogarth+drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88HMyqm3EI/AAAAAAAAAso/foTijdzfUzM/s400/hogarth+drunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174362413212294210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming on board our ship, I found the honest Captain had let my cabin to another. My flux and fever that has hung upon me, forced me for some nights past to go into a bed; but now my only bed was a chest, on which I threw myself in my boots, and was not overmuch troubled with sleep till the morning. What was still worse, I then had no asylum to fly to from the Captain; the most beastly man I ever saw; a lewd, drunken, quarrelsome feel; praying, and yet swearing continually. The first sight I had of him was upon the cabin-floor, stark naked, and dead drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1174598965682288592?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1174598965682288592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1174598965682288592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1174598965682288592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1174598965682288592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/wed-august-11th-1736-charles-journal.html' title='Wed., August 11th, 1736, Charles&apos; Journal'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/R88HMyqm3EI/AAAAAAAAAso/foTijdzfUzM/s72-c/hogarth+drunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4166683676318664712</id><published>2009-08-02T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:43:00.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Thur., August 2d 1736</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mon., August 2d. I had observed much, and heard more, of the cruelty    of masters towards their negroes; but now I received an authentic account of    some horrid instances thereof. The giving a child a slave of its own age to    tyrannize over, to beat and abuse out of sport, was, I myself saw, a common    practice. Nor is it strange, being thus trained up in cruelty, they should afterwards    arrive at so great perfection in it; that Mr. Star, a gentleman I often met    at Mr. Lasserre's, should, as he himself informed L., first nail up a negro    by the ears, then order him to be whipped in the severest manner, and then to    have scalding water thrown over him, so that the poor creature could not stir    for four months after. Another much-applauded punishment is, drawing their slaves'    teeth. One Colonel Lynch is universally known to have cut off a poor negro's    legs; and to kill several of them every year by his barbarities. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;It were endless to recount all the shocking instances of diabolical    cruelty which these men (as they call themselves daily practise upon their fellow-creatures;    and that on the most trivial occasions. I shall only mention one more, related    to me by a Swiss gentleman, Mr. Zouberbuhler, an eye-witness, of Mr. Hill, a    dancing-master in Charlestown. He whipped a she-slave so long, that she fell    down at his feet for dead. When, by the help of a physician, she was so far    recovered as to show signs of life, he repeated the whipping with equal rigour,    and concluded with dropping hot sealing-wax upon her flesh. Her crime was overfilling    a tea-cup. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;These horrid cruelties are the less to be wondered at, because    the government itself, in effect, countenances and allows them to kill their    slaves, by the ridiculous penalty appointed for it, of about seven pounds sterling,    half of which is usually saved by the criminal's informing against himself.    This I can look upon as no other than a public act to indemnify murder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4166683676318664712?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4166683676318664712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4166683676318664712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4166683676318664712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4166683676318664712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/charles-journal-thur-august-2d-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Thur., August 2d 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2591586636701970767</id><published>2009-08-02T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:04:00.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Monday, August 2, 1736</title><content type='html'>I set out for the Lieutenant Governor’s seat, about thirty miles from Charleston, to deliver Mr. Oglethorpe’s letters. It stands very pleasantly on a little hill with a vale on either side, in one of which is a thick wood; the other is planted with rice and Indian corn. I designed to have gone back by Mr. Skeen’s, who has about fifty Christian negroes. But my horse tiring, I was obliged to return the straight way to Charleston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sent the boat we came in back to Savannah, expecting a passage thither myself in Colonel Bull’s. His not going so soon, I went to Ashley Ferry on Thursday, intending to walk to Port Royal. But Mr. Belinger not only provided me a horse, but rode with me himself ten miles, and sent his son with me to Cumbee Ferry, twenty miles farther; whence, having hired horses and a guide, I came to Beaufort (or Port Royal) the next evening.  We took boat in the morning; but, the wind being contrary and very high, did not reach Savannah till Sunday, in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding Mr. Oglethorpe was gone, I stayed only a day at Savannah; and leaving Mr. Ingham and Delamotte there, set out on Tuesday morning for Frederica. In walking to Thunderbolt I was in so heavy a shower that all my clothes were as wet as if I had gone through the river. On which occasion I cannot but observe that vulgar error concerning the hurtfulness of the rains and dews of America. I have been thoroughly wet with these rains more than once, yet without any harm at all. And I have lain many nights in the open air and received all the dews that fell; and so, I believe, might anyone, if his constitution was not impaired by the softness of a genteel education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2591586636701970767?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2591586636701970767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2591586636701970767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2591586636701970767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2591586636701970767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-august-2-1736.html' title='Monday, August 2, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7826071732727966764</id><published>2009-07-31T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:42:00.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Thur., July 31 1736</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;July 31st. I arrived with my brother at Chariestown. I lay that    night at an inn. Next morning I was much rejoiced at hearing Mr. Appee was still    in town, waiting for my company to England. His ingenuous, open temper, and    disengagement from the world, made me promise myself a very improving and agreeable    voyage: especially as I doubted not but the sudden death of his mistress had    taken off that appearance of lightness, which I attributed rather to his youth    and education, than any natural inconstancy. After breakfasting with Mr. Eveley,    a merchant who had bespoke lodgings for us, I went in quest of my friend. We    met with equal satisfaction on both sides: but I did not observe those deep    traces of sorrow and seriousness which I expected. I asked him whether his loss    had had its due effect, in making his heart more tender, and susceptible of    divine impressions. By his answer I concluded his heart was right, and its uppermost    desire was to recover the divine image. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Something of this desire I felt myself at the holy sacrament,    and found myself encouraged, by an unusual hope of pardon, to strive against    sin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7826071732727966764?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7826071732727966764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7826071732727966764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7826071732727966764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7826071732727966764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/charles-journal-thur-july-31-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Thur., July 31 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2304376826033004091</id><published>2009-07-26T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:19:00.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Mon., July 26th. 1736</title><content type='html'>Mon., July 26th. The words which concluded the lesson, and my stay in Georgia, were, "Arise, let us go hence." Accordingly at twelve I took my final leave of Savannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boat put off I was surprised that I felt no more joy in leaving such a scene of sorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2304376826033004091?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2304376826033004091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2304376826033004091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2304376826033004091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2304376826033004091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/charles-journal-mon-july-26th-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Mon., July 26th. 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8189041252382663841</id><published>2009-07-25T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:17:00.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Sun., July 25th. 1736</title><content type='html'>Sun., July 25th. I resigned my Secretary's place, in a letter to Mr. Oglethorpe. After prayers he took me aside, and asked me whether all I had said was not summed up in the line he showed me on my letter :-- Magis apta tuis tua dona relinquo. "Sir, to yourself your slighted gifts I leave, Less fit for me to take, than you to give."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, I desired not to lose his esteem, but could not preserve it with the loss of my soul. He answered, he was satisfied of my regard for him; owned my argument drawn from the heart unanswerable; and yet, said he, "I would desire you not to let the Trustees know your resolution of resigning. There are many hungry fellows ready to catch at the office; and in my absence I cannot put in one of my own choosing. The best I can hope for is an honest Presbyterian, as many of the Trustees are such. Perhaps they may send me a bad man; and how far such a one may influence the traders, and obstruct the reception of the Gospel among the Heathen, you know. I shall be in England before you leave it. Then you may either put in a deputy or resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need not be detained in London above three days; and only speak to some of my particular friends, (Vernon, Hutchinson, and Towers,) to the Board of Trustees, when called upon, and the Board of Trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On many accounts I should recommend to you marriage, rather than celibacy. You are of a social temper, and would find in a married state the difficulties of working out your salvation exceedingly lessened, and your helps as much increased."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8189041252382663841?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8189041252382663841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8189041252382663841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8189041252382663841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8189041252382663841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/charles-journal-sun-july-25th-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Sun., July 25th. 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3579031051330838282</id><published>2009-07-24T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:04:00.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter to James Vernon, July 23, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, July 23, 1736. As short a time as I have for writing, I could not pardon myself if I did not spend some part of it in acknowledging the continuance of your goodness to my mother; which, indeed, neither she nor I can ever lose the sense of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The behavior of the people of Carolina finds much con versation for this place. I dare not say whether they want honesty or logic most: it is plain a very little of the latter, added to the former, would show how utterly foreign to the point in question all their voluminous defenses are. Here is an Act of the King in Council, passed in pursuance of an Act of Parliament, forbidding unlicensed persons to trade with the Indians in Georgia. Nothing, therefore, can justify them in sending unlicensed traders to the Creek, Cherokee, and Chicasaw Indians, but the proving either that this Act is of no force or that those Indians are not in Georgia. Why, then, are these questions so little considered by them, and others so largely discussed? I fear for a very plain though not a very honest reason -- that is, to puzzle the cause. I sincerely wish you all happiness in time and in eternity, and am, sir, &amp;amp;c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3579031051330838282?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3579031051330838282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=3579031051330838282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3579031051330838282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3579031051330838282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-to-james-vernon-july-23-1736.html' title='Letter to James Vernon, July 23, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2930308914685235495</id><published>2009-07-23T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:03:00.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter to Archibald Hutchinson, July 23, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, July 23, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By what I have seen during my short stay here, I am convinced that I have long been under a great mistake in thinking no circumstances could make it the duty of a Chris tian priest to do anything else but preach the gospel. On the contrary, I am now satisfied that there is a possible case wherein a part of his time ought to be employed in what less directly conduces to the glory of God and peace and goodwill among men. And such a case, I believe, is that which now occurs; there being several things which cannot so effectually be done without me; and which, though not directly belonging to my ministry, yet are by consequence of the highest concern to the success of it. It is from this conviction that I have taken some pains to inquire into the great controversy now subsisting between Carolina and Georgia, and in examining and weighing the letters wrote and the arguments urged on both sides of the question. And I cannot but think that' the whole affair might be clearly stated in few words. A Charter was passed a few years since, establishing the bounds of this province, and empowering the Trustees therein named to pre pare laws which, when ratified by the King in Council, should be of force within those bounds. The Trustees have prepared a law, which has been so ratified, for the regulation of the Indian trade, requiring that none should trade with the Indians who are within this province till he is licensed as therein specified. Notwithstanding this law, the governing part of Carolina have asserted, both in conversation, in writing, and in the public newspapers, that it is lawful for any one not so licensed to trade with the Creek, Cherokee, or Chicasaw Indians. [See next letter. The Journal (i. 248-50) shows that some Chicasaw Indians were in Savannah for several days, and Wesley had a conference with them.] They have passed an ordinance, not only assert ing the same, but enacting that men and money shall be raised to support such traders; and, in fact, they have themselves licensed and sent up such traders, both to the Creek and Chicasaw Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the plain matter of fact. Now, as to matter of right, when twenty more reams of paper have been spent upon it, I cannot but think it must come to this short issue at last: (1) Are the Creeks, Cherokees, and Chicasaws within the bounds of Georgia or no? (2) Is an Act of the King in Council, in pursuance of an Act of Parliament, of any force within these bounds or not? That all other inquiries are absolutely foreign to the question a very little consideration will show. As to the former of these, the Georgian Charter, compared with any map of these parts which I have ever seen, deter mines it. The latter I never heard made a question of but in the neighborhood of Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Johnson's brother has been with us some days. [Mr. Johnson is referred to in Journal, i. 250d. His brother had been on board the Simmonds, and com plained that he was inconvenienced by the public prayers in the great cabin. Fortunately he left the ship at Cowes (ibid. i. 114, 124). The father had been Governor of South Carolina.] I have been twice in company with him at Mr. Oglethorpe's; and I hope there are in Carolina, though the present proceeding would almost make one doubt it, many such gentlemen as he seems to be--men of good nature, good manners, and under standing. I hope God will repay you sevenfold for the kind ness you have shown to my poor mother, and in her to, sir, Your most obliged, most obedient servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2930308914685235495?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2930308914685235495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2930308914685235495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2930308914685235495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2930308914685235495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-to-archibald-hutchinson-july-23.html' title='Letter to Archibald Hutchinson, July 23, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3584800798399752003</id><published>2009-07-22T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:16:00.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Thur., July 22nd 1736</title><content type='html'>Thur., July 22. To-day I got their licences signed by Mr. Oglethorpe, countersigned them myself, and so entirely washed my hands of the traders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3584800798399752003?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3584800798399752003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=3584800798399752003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3584800798399752003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3584800798399752003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/charles-journal-thur-july-22nd-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Thur., July 22nd 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-891995728802245511</id><published>2009-07-21T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:15:00.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Wed., July 21st 1736</title><content type='html'>Wed., July 21st. I heard by my brother that I was to set sail in a few days for England.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-891995728802245511?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/891995728802245511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=891995728802245511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/891995728802245511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/891995728802245511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/Rpugir90xZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8QpSWbC5u6w/s1600-h/hymn+give+me+wings+of+faith+p19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/Rpugir90xZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/8QpSWbC5u6w/s400/hymn+give+me+wings+of+faith+p19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087836721823139218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From "A Collection of Psalms and Hymns," p. 19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4365967481009131098?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4365967481009131098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4365967481009131098&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3695881259144270511</id><published>2009-07-17T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:00:00.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Collection of Psalms and Hymns'/><title type='text'>A Hymn for Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/RpufOb90xXI/AAAAAAAAAck/3ZaCVO6Oiss/s1600-h/hymn+christ+the+lord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/RpufOb90xXI/AAAAAAAAAck/3ZaCVO6Oiss/s400/hymn+christ+the+lord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087835274419160434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/RpuftL90xYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/BImbRwGsqAE/s1600-h/hymn+christ+the+lord+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/RpuftL90xYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/BImbRwGsqAE/s400/hymn+christ+the+lord+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087835802700137858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "A Collection of Psalms and Hymns," p. 18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3695881259144270511?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3695881259144270511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=3695881259144270511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3695881259144270511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3695881259144270511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/hymn-for-reflection_17.html' title='A Hymn for Reflection'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/RpufOb90xXI/AAAAAAAAAck/3ZaCVO6Oiss/s72-c/hymn+christ+the+lord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3955290829227005333</id><published>2009-07-16T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:27:00.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Collection of Psalms and Hymns'/><title type='text'>A Hymn for Reflection</title><content type='html'>A HYMN.&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER day preserv'd by grace,&lt;br /&gt;We end it with our Saviour's praise,&lt;br /&gt;Symphonious to the quires above,&lt;br /&gt;And triumph in his guardian love:&lt;br /&gt;Ye angels, with your wings outspread,&lt;br /&gt;Come, take your stand around our bed.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;We soon shall wake with you to sing,&lt;br /&gt;In presence of our heavenly King;&lt;br /&gt;With you unutterably blest,&lt;br /&gt;Shall always praise and never rest;&lt;br /&gt;But smooth as the melodious lay,&lt;br /&gt;Shall endless ages roll away.&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;O that the joyful day were come,&lt;br /&gt;Which calls our happy spirits home;&lt;br /&gt;O could we join our friends in light,&lt;br /&gt;And reach our Father's house to. night:&lt;br /&gt;And sweetly close our willing eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To open them in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "A Collection of Psalms and Hymns" to be published, God willing in 1737&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3955290829227005333?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3955290829227005333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4971200843590889651</id><published>2009-07-10T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:14:00.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Sat. July 10th 1736</title><content type='html'>Sat., July 10th. I was waked by the news my brother brought us, of Miss Bovey's sudden death. It called up all my sorrow and envy. "Ah, poor Ophelia!" was continually in my mind, "I thought thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife." Mr. Appee was just set out for Charlestown, [on his way to] Holland, intending to return, when he had settled his affairs, and marry her.  "But death had quicker wings than love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The following evening I saw her in her coffin, and soon seen in her grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/RrS4uvM7aeI/AAAAAAAAAe8/T3mKlTlUcdk/s1600-h/burial+ground+on+fredrica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/RrS4uvM7aeI/AAAAAAAAAe8/T3mKlTlUcdk/s320/burial+ground+on+fredrica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094900191547058658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burial Grounds at Fort Fredrica.  There are few evident graves; only a handful of vaults are left.  Charles and John Wesley did many funerals here -- it is just outside of the moat around the town of Fort Fredrica and on the Military road to Fort Saint Simons (which has practically disappeared by now.)  The earthen works are still visible at Fredrica, but no standing buildings.  There never was a real church in the town.  St. James was founded outside of town  where Christ Church stands now and the graveyard at Christ Church is where the later burials of Fredrica were done.  For years it was just a ghost town -- and it doesn't take tremendous imagination to see the small town at work. The focus of growth moved onto the other end of the island, where the lighthouse and pier are.  Fort Fredrica is a quiet place; the only sounds now are the cicadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4971200843590889651?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4971200843590889651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4971200843590889651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4971200843590889651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4971200843590889651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/charles-journal-sat-july-10th-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Sat. 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Between four and five this morning Mr. Delamotte and I went into the Savannah. We chose this hour for bathing, both for the coolness, and because the alligators were not stirring so soon. We heard them indeed snoring all around us; and one very early riser swam by within a few yards of us. On Friday morning we had hardly left our usual place of swimming, when we saw an alligator in possession of it. Once afterwards Mr. Delamotte was in great danger; for an alligator rose just behind him, and.pursued him to the land, whither he narrowly escaped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7661373512819107382?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7661373512819107382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7661373512819107382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7661373512819107382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7661373512819107382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/charles-journal-wed-july-7th-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Wed., July 7th 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1857936731337204345</id><published>2009-07-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:00:19.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Thursday, July 1, 1736</title><content type='html'>The Indians had an audience; and another on Saturday, when Chicali, their head man, dined with Mr. Oglethorpe. After dinner, I asked the grey-headed old man what he thought he was made for. He said, “He that is above knows what He made us for. We know nothing. We are in the dark. But white men know much. And yet white men build great houses, as if they were to live forever. But white men cannot live forever.  In a little time, white men will be dust as well as I.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, “If red men will learn the Good Book, they may know as much as white men. But neither we nor you can understand that Book unless we are taught by Him that is above: and He will not teach you unless you avoid what you already know is not good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, “I believe that. He will not teach us while our hearts are not white. And our men do what they know is not good: they kill their own children. And our women do what they know is not good: they kill the child before it is born. Therefore He that is above does not send us the Good Book.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1857936731337204345?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1857936731337204345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1857936731337204345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1857936731337204345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1857936731337204345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-july-1-1736.html' title='Thursday, July 1, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1974377887588049973</id><published>2009-06-30T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:43:00.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Wednesday, June 30, 1736</title><content type='html'>I hoped a door was opened for going up immediately to the Choctaws, the least polished, that is, the least corrupted, of all the Indian nations. But upon my informing Mr. Oglethorpe of our design, he objected, not only the danger of being intercepted or killed by the French there; but much more, the inexpediency of leaving Savannah destitute of a minister. These objections I related to our brethren in the evening, who were all of opinion, “We ought not to go yet.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1974377887588049973?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1974377887588049973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1974377887588049973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1974377887588049973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1974377887588049973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/wednesday-june-30-1736.html' title='Wednesday, June 30, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3015538328971046301</id><published>2009-06-26T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:39:01.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Sat., June 26th. 1736</title><content type='html'>Mr. Oglethorpe and my brother returned from Frederica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3015538328971046301?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3015538328971046301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=3015538328971046301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3015538328971046301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3015538328971046301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/charles-journal-sat-june-26th-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Sat., June 26th. 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7936886801832018016</id><published>2009-06-26T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:02:00.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Monday, June 26, 1736</title><content type='html'>My brother and I set out for Charleston, in order to his embarking for England; but the wind being contrary, we did not reach Port Royal, forty miles from Savannah, till Wednesday evening. The next morning we left it. But the wind was so high in the afternoon, as we were crossing the neck of St. Helena’s sound, that our oldest sailor cried out, “Now everyone must take care of himself.” I told him, “God will take care for us all.” Almost as soon as the words were spoken, the mast fell. I kept on the edge of the boat, to be clear of her when she sank (which we expected every moment), though with little prospect of swimming ashore against such a wind and sea. But “How is it that thou hadst no faith?” The moment the mast fell, two men caught it and pulled it into the boat; the other three rowed with all their might, and “God gave command to the wind and seas”; so that in an hour we were safe on land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7936886801832018016?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7936886801832018016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7936886801832018016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7936886801832018016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7936886801832018016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday-june-26-1736.html' title='Monday, June 26, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7647525521319717273</id><published>2009-06-22T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:42:31.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Tuesday, June 22, 1736</title><content type='html'>Observing much coldness in M ----‘s behaviour, I asked him the reason of it. He answered, “I like nothing you do. All your sermons are satires upon particular persons, therefore I will never hear you more; and all the people are of my mind; for we won’t hear ourselves abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Besides, they say, they are Protestants. But as for you, they cannot tell what religion you are of. They never heard of such a religion before. They do not know what to make of it. And then your private behaviour: all the quarrels that have been here since you came, have been ‘long of you. Indeed there is neither man nor woman in the town who minds a word you say.  And so you may preach long enough; but nobody will come to hear you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was too warm for hearing an answer. So I had nothing to do but to thank him for his openness and walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7647525521319717273?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7647525521319717273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7647525521319717273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7647525521319717273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7647525521319717273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/tuesday-june-22-1736.html' title='Tuesday, June 22, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5558927272092069317</id><published>2009-06-20T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:18:31.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Sun., June 20th. 1736</title><content type='html'>Walking in the Trustees' garden, I met the Miss Boveys, whom I had never been in company with. I found some inclination to join them; but it was a very short-lived curiosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5558927272092069317?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5558927272092069317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5558927272092069317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5558927272092069317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5558927272092069317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/charles-journal-sun-june-20th-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Sun., June 20th. 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8610446653390899213</id><published>2009-06-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:57:01.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Thursday, June 17, 1736</title><content type='html'>An officer of a man-of-war, walking just behind us with two or three of his acquaintance, cursed and swore exceedingly; but upon my reproving him, seemed much moved and gave me many thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8610446653390899213?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8610446653390899213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8610446653390899213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8610446653390899213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8610446653390899213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/thursday-june-17-1736.html' title='Thursday, June 17, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1650474703233519280</id><published>2009-06-16T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:37:00.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Wed., June 16th.  1736</title><content type='html'>This and many foregoing days have been mostly spent in drawing up bonds and affidavits, licences and instructions, for the traders; the evenings in writing letters for Mr. Oglethorpe. We seldom parted till midnight. To-night, at half-hour past twelve, he set out in the scout-boat for Frederica. I went to bed at one, and rose again at four; but found no effect this variety of fatigue had upon my body till some time after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1650474703233519280?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1650474703233519280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1650474703233519280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1650474703233519280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1650474703233519280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/charles-journal-wed-june-16th-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Wed., June 16th.  1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1117616343733463683</id><published>2009-06-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:35:00.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, Sun., June 6th 1736</title><content type='html'>I passed good part of this as of every day in conversing with Mr. Appee, who generally breakfasted and supped at our house. The subject of our discourse was my intention of resigning my place, which I resolved to do after my last conference with Mr. Oglethorpe. The giving up my salary and certain hopes of preferment weighed nothing against my resolution. I made Mr. Appee a proffer of them, which he did not accept, being obliged to return, to look after his fortune in Holland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1117616343733463683?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1117616343733463683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1117616343733463683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1117616343733463683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1117616343733463683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/charles-journal-sun-june-6th-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, Sun., June 6th 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1491360147108359505</id><published>2009-05-24T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T05:28:00.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, May 25, 1736</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tues., May 25th. I visited a girl of fifteen, who lay dying of    an incurable illness. She had been in that condition many months, as her parents,    some of the best people of the town, informed me. I started at the sight of    a breathing corpse. Never was real corpse half so ghastly. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Her groans and screams alone distinguished her from one. They    had no intermission: yet was she perfectly sensible, as appeared by her feebly    lifting up her eyes, when I bade her trust in God, and read the prayers for    the energumens. We were all in tears. She made signs for me to come again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1491360147108359505?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1491360147108359505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1491360147108359505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1491360147108359505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1491360147108359505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/charles-journal-may-25-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, May 25, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-428028339611143449</id><published>2009-05-19T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:27:00.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, May 19, 1736</title><content type='html'>Wed., May 19th. According to our agreement, my brother set forward    for Frederica, and I took charge of Savannah in his absence. The hardest duty    imposed on me was on  expounding the lesson morning and evening to one    hundred hearers. I was surprised at my own confidence, and acknowledged it not    my own. The day was usually divided between visiting my parishioners, considering    the lesson, and conversing with Mr. lngham, Delamotte, and Appee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-428028339611143449?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/428028339611143449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=428028339611143449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/428028339611143449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/428028339611143449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/charles-journal-may-19-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, May 19, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-9190390663886582005</id><published>2009-05-16T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:26:00.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, May 16, 1736</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sun., May 16th. We landed at Skiddoway, and dined at Mrs. M.'s.    I then went round, and asked the few people there were upon the island, to come    to prayers: which accordingly I read, and preached to about ten in the guardroom;    and promised so to contrive, if possible, that they should be supplied once    a month. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;At four we returned to our boat, and by six reached Thunderbolt;    whence I walked the five remaining miles to Savannah. Mr. Inglmm, Mr. Delamotte,    and my brother, were surprised at my unexpected visit: but it being late, we    each retired to his respective corner of the room, where, without the help of    a bed, we slept soundly till morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-9190390663886582005?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9190390663886582005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=9190390663886582005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/9190390663886582005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/9190390663886582005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/charles-journal-may-16-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, May 16, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4330310600715343043</id><published>2009-05-11T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:25:00.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, May 11, 1736</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tues., May 11th. I had now so far recovered my strength, that    I could again expound the lesson. In the lesson next morning was Elisha encompassed    with the host at Dothan. It is our privilege, as Christians, to apply those    words to ourselves: "There be more than be with us, than those that be    against us." God spoke to us yet plainer in the second lesson: "Behold,    I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents,    and harmless as doves. But beware of men: for they will deliver you up to the    councils; ...... and ye shall be brought before Governors and Kings for my sake."    "And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that endureth    to the end shall be saved. But when they persecute you in this city, flee ye    into another." "The disciple is not above his master." "Fear    ye not therefore: for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed,    and hid that shall not be known." (Matt. x. 16--26.) In explaining this,    I dwelt on that blessed topic of consolation to the innocent, that however he    suffers under a false accusation here, he will shortly be cleared at God's righteous    bar, where the accuser and the accused shall meet face to face, and the guilty    person acquit him whom he unjustly charged, and take back the wickedness to    himself. Poor . W., who was just over against me, could not stand it, but first    turned her back, and then retired behind the congregation. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;While I waited for Mr. Oglethorpe, setting out again for the southward,    Mr. Appee accosted me, a young gentleman, lately come from Savannah. He mentioned    his desire of being baptized (having only received lay-baptism before). I thought    he ought to have a longer trial of his own sincerity. He passed on to his intended    marriage with Miss Bovey, which I dissuaded him from, not thinking either sufficiently    prepared for it. He   had made little progress in subduing his will, and    ought to be more dead to the world before he threw himself into it. Near midnight    I took leave of Mr. Oglethorpe, who set out in the scout-boat, after the other    boats, for St. George's. The remainder of the night I passed upon the ground    in the guard-room. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;At four the next day I set out for Savannah, whither the Indian    traders were coming down to meet me, and take out licences. I was overjoyed    at my deliverance out of this furnace, and not a little ashamed of myself for    being so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4330310600715343043?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4330310600715343043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4330310600715343043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4330310600715343043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4330310600715343043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/charles-journal-may-11-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, May 11, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8180273391175255436</id><published>2009-05-10T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:54:00.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Monday, May 10, 1736</title><content type='html'>I began visiting my parishioners in order, from house to house; for which I set apart the time when they cannot work because of the heat, namely, from twelve till three in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8180273391175255436?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8180273391175255436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8180273391175255436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8180273391175255436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8180273391175255436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-may-10-1736.html' title='Monday, May 10, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2140425953799100764</id><published>2009-05-09T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:24:00.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, May 9, 1736</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sun., May 9th. Notice was given to me that Mr. D., Chaplain to    the Independent Company, had landed, and walking toward me. His moral character    did not recommend him. I had just time to run away into the woods, and so escaped    his visit. The next morning Mr. Oglethorpe returned, from whom I had the following    account of his expedition. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;On Saturday, May 1st, late at night, arrived the "Caroline"    scout-boat, with Captain Ferguson, bringing advice that Major Richards and Mr.    Horton (who had carried answers to the Spanish Governor's letters) had landed    at their look-out, and he believed were made prisoners by the Spaniards; for    they had heard no more of them, except by a blind letter, written with a pencil;    that the boats, in which were the men under Captain Hermsdorf, had come about    thirty miles on this side of St. George's Point, and there waited for orders;    that the men were mutinous, and Hermsdorf believed he should be forced to retire    to Fort St. Andrews; that he was apprehensive they would either murder their    officers, and turn pirates, or be cut off by the Spaniards. Mr. Oglethorpe,    on Sunday, went on board the man-of-war, and proceeded from thence with the    man-of-war's boat, commanded by the Lieutenant, and the Georgia scout-boat.    They arrived that night at Fort St. Andrews. On Monday they came up with the    south point of Cumberland, where we met with the boats under the command of    Captain Hermsdorf. Mr. Ogiethorpo immediately took them out to sea with him,    round Amelia Island. He found, upon examination, that the men did not intend    to mutiny; but that the suspicion was occasioned by the lies of one man, who    was hereupon sentenced by Mr. Oglethorpe to run the gauntlet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;He went to Point St. George, within sight of the Spanish look-out,    and re-settled them on the same place where Mr. Hermsdorf had before taken up    his quarters. It had been agreed that the Spaniards should make a signal; and    from thence he would repair with his boats, to fetch Major Richards back, who    was gone to Augustine, at the request of the Governor, who promised to send    horses to conduct him, but did not. It likewise was agreed that the boats should    patrol up and down the rivers, to prevent the Indians, our allies, passing over    to molest the Spaniards; as they should prevent their Indians passing over to    molest us. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr. Oglethorpe went that afternoon to the Spanish lookout, with    a flag of truce; but not being able to perceive any one, leaving the boat at    her grappling, he leaped ashore himself, to see if he could discover anybody    there; and going along the beach, at distance from the Sandy hillocks, to prevent    surprise, he surrounded the hillocks, where he found two horses hobbled. He    went forward to a palmetto hut; but could find no man. After this he sent the    flag of truce into a great savannah, to see if that would draw down any people    to a conference. Upon this W. Frazer, a Scotch lad, going into the neighbouring    woods, and finding a Spaniard, brought him to Mr. Oglethorpe, to whom he delivered    two letters; one from Major Richards, the other from Mr. Horton, directed to    Mr. Hermsdorf, acquainting him that he should be back with him in two days'    time. Mr. Oglethorpe gave the man a bottle of wine, victuals, and tobacco, and    a moidore for his trouble in bringing the letters; and inquired where Major    Richards and Mr. Horton were. The man said he knew nothing concerning them;    that he was a horseman, and sent by the Colonel of the cavalry from the head-quarters,    which were about twelve leagues off, with these letters, to wait there till    he should see an English boat appear, and deliver it to them; that he had lain    four days on the beach, and had not discovered a boat in that time. Mr. Oglethorpe    delivered to him letters for the Governor of Augustine; and between ten and    eleven on Thursday morning set out with the man-of-war's boat, and Georgia scout-boat,    to meet the man again, according to appointment. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;He discovered a guard-coast full of men, that lay behind the sand-bank,    beyond the breakers, on the English side of the water; and soon after he discovered    several men hid in the woods, next to some sand-hills. Two horsemen showed themselves,    and beckoned to the boats, which had a flag of truce flying, to come down to    a point, beyond which the guard-coast lay concealed: on which Mr. Oglethorpe    rowed with the two boats toward the guard-coast, that he might not leave her    behind to intercept us and our people at St. George's Point. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;There seemed to be about seventy men on board her, and there were    in our boats twenty-four. She lay still for some time; but when they found plainly    that they were discovered, they rowed away with incredible swiftness, directly    out to sea, toward Augustine. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr. Oglethorpe returned to the horsemen, who seemed very unwilling    to approach the boat; but at last agreed to receive a letter, if Mr. Oglethorpe    would send an unarmed man ashore. One of them, seemingly an officer, forbade    the boats to land on the King of Spain's ground. Mr. Oglethorpe answered, that    as it was the King of Spain's ground, the English would forbear landing on it,    since the Spaniards requested it; but that the Spaniards should be very welcome    to land on the King of England's ground, which was on the opposite side of the    river, and should be welcome to a glass of wine with him there. He asked him    for the news of Mr. Horton and Mr. Richards, and whether he could not send anything    to them. The man said he knew nothing of them; that he received his orders from    the Colonel of horse, who was quartered at twelve leagues' distance; and that    he could carry no news but to him. Upon this Mr. Moore, Lieutenant of the "Hawke"    man-of-war, wrote a letter to the Colonel of the horse, acquainting him that    he was come thither with boats, to conduct back the gentlemen who were sent    by Mr. Oglethorpe to treat with the Governor of Augustine; and that, if at any    time he would make three fires on the Spanish main, he would take it as a signal    that the gentlemen were come, and would come over with a boat and fetch them.    The Spanish officer promised to deliver the letter by night to the Colonel of    horse. Mr. Oglethorpe stayed till Saturday night, expecting an answer, and sent    over to the Spanish side every day; but could find nobody to have conference    with. By the look-out within-land they have a vineyard, flocks of turkeys, cattle,    and horses; but great care was taken that none of our people should touch any    of them, On Saturday night Mr. Oglethorpe set out, leaving Captain Hermsdorf    with an armed periague, the Georgia scout-boat, and another boat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2140425953799100764?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2140425953799100764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2140425953799100764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2140425953799100764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2140425953799100764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/charles-journal-may-9-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, May 9, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1746340700560798967</id><published>2009-04-30T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:21:00.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 30, 1736</title><content type='html'>Fri., April 30th. I had some farther talk with him in bed. He ordered me whatever he could think I wanted; promised to have me an house built immediately; and was just the same he had formerly been to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1746340700560798967?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1746340700560798967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1746340700560798967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1746340700560798967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1746340700560798967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-30-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 30, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2532523995827392508</id><published>2009-04-29T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:17:00.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 29, 1736</title><content type='html'>Thur., April 29th. About half-hour past eight I went down to the bluff, to see a boat coming up. At nine it arrived with Mr. Oglethorpe. I blessed God for still holding his soul in life. In the evening we took a walk together, and he informed me more particularly of our past danger. Three great ships, and four smaller, had been seen for three weeks together at the mouth of the river; but the wind continuing full against them, [they] were kept from making a descent, till they could stay no longer. I gave him back his ring, and said, "I need not, Sir, and indeed I cannot, tell you how joyfully and thankfully I return this." "When I gave it you," said he," I never expected to receive it again, but thought it would be of service to your brother and you. I had many omens of my death, particularly their bringing me my mourning sword; but God has been pleased to preserve a life which was never valuable to me; and yet, in the continuance of it, I thank God, I can rejoice." "I am now glad of all that has happened here, since without it I could never have had such a proof of your affection as that you gave me, when you looked upon me as the most ungrateful of villains." While I was speaking this, he appeared full of tenderness; and passed on to observe the strangeness of his deliverance, when betrayed on all sides, without human support, and utterly defenceless. He condemned himself for his anger, (God forgive those who made me the object of it!) which he imputed to his want of time for consideration. "I longed, Sir, to see you once more, that I might tell you some things before we finally parted: but then I considered that if you died, you would know them all in a moment." "I know not whether separate spirits regard our little concerns. If they do, it is as men regard the follies of their childhood, or as my late passionateness."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2532523995827392508?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2532523995827392508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2532523995827392508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2532523995827392508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2532523995827392508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-29-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 29, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2623398158824167980</id><published>2009-04-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:16:00.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 25, 1736</title><content type='html'>Easter-day, April 25th. The people were alarmed at night, by the sight of two great fires, on either side of the town, not knowing if they were made by friends or enemies. Next morning news was brought of a boat coming up. Every one seemed under a consternation, though no one but myself was fully apprized of our dangers. At night the watch was doubled by Captain Mackintosh. The people being unwilling to comply with his orders, I was forced to tell Mr. Hird, the constable, that there might be danger which Mackintosh alone knew of, and therefore they ought to obey. He promised it for himself and the rest. Though I expected every hour that the Spaniards would bring us the news of Mr. Oglethorpe's death, yet I was insensible of fear, and careless of the consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my indifference arose from stupidity rather than faith. There was nothing I cared for in life, and therefore the loss of it appeared a trifle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2623398158824167980?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2623398158824167980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2623398158824167980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2623398158824167980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2623398158824167980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-25-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 25, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7619280325562803376</id><published>2009-04-24T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:14:00.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 24, 1736 Oglethorpe prepares for death</title><content type='html'>Easter-eve, April 24th. At ten I was sent for by Mr. Oglethorpe. He began,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Mr. Wesley, you know what has passed between us. I took some pains to satisfy your brother about the reports concerning me, but in vain. He hereby renews his suspicions in writing. I did desire to convince him, because I had an esteem for him; and he is just so considerable to me as my esteem makes him. I could clear up all, but it matters not. You will soon see the reason of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am now going to death. You will see me no more. Take this ring, and carry it from me to Mr. V. + If there is a friend to be depended upon, he is one. His interest is next to Sir Robert's. Whatever you ask, within his power, he will do for you, your brother, and your family. I have expected death for some days. These letters show that the Spaniards have long been seducing our allies, and intend to cut us off at a blow. I fall by my friends, Gascoin, whom I have made; the Carolina people, whom I depended upon to send their promised succours. But death is to me nothing. T. will pursue all my designs; and to him I recommend them and you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then gave me a diamond ring: I took it, and said, "If, as I believe, Postremum fato, quod te alloquor, hoc est,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear what you will quickly know to be true, as soon as you enter upon the separate state. This ring I shall never make any use of for myself. I have no worldly hopes. I have renounced the world. Life is bitterness to me. I came hither to lay it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have been deceived, as well as I. I protest my innocence of the crimes I am charged with; and take myself to be now at liberty to tell you what I thought never to have uttered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had finished this relation he seemed entirely changed, full of his old love and confidence in me. After some expressions of kindness, I asked him, "Are you satisfied?" He replied, "Yes, entirely." "Why then; Sir, I desire nothing more upon earth; and care not how soon I follow you." He added, he much desired the conversion of the Heathen, and believed my brother intended for it. "But I believe," said I, "it will never be under your patronage; for then men would account for it without taking in God." He replied, "I believe so too :" then embraced and kissed me with the most cordial affection. I attended him to the scout-boat, where he waited some minutes for his sword. They brought him first, and a second time, a mourning sword. At last they gave him his own, which had been his father's. "With this sword," says he, "I was never yet unsuccessful." "I hope, Sir," said I, "you carry with you a better, even the sword of the Lord, and of Gideon." "I hope so too," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boat put off; I ran before into the woods, to see my last of him. Seeing me and two others running after him, he stopped the boat, and asked whether we wanted anything. Captain Mackintosh, left Commander, desired his last orders. I then said," God be with you. Go forth, Christo duce, et auspice Christo!" "You have," says he, "I think, some verses of mine. You therefore see my thoughts of success." His last word to the people was, "God bless you all!" The boat then carried him out of sight. I interceded for him, that God would save him from death, would wash out all his sins, and prepare, before he took, the sacrifice to himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7619280325562803376?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7619280325562803376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7619280325562803376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7619280325562803376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7619280325562803376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-24-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 24, 1736 Oglethorpe prepares for death'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5157567727164854915</id><published>2009-04-22T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:02:00.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to/from Oglethorpe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter to General Oglethorpe, April 20, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, April 20, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah never was so dear to me as now. I believe, knowing by whom I send, I may write as well as speak freely. I found so little either of the form or power of' religion at Frederica, that I am sincerely glad I am removed from it. [He was there from April 10 to 17.] Surely never was any place, no, not London itself, freer from one vice; I mean hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O curvae in terris animae, et coelestium inanes! [Persius' Satires, ii. 61: 'O grovelling souls, and void of things divine!']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jesus, Master, have mercy upon them!' There is none of those who did run well whom I pity more than Mrs. Hawkins. Her treating me in such a manner would indeed have little affected me, had my own interests only been concerned. I have been used to be betrayed, scorned, and insulted by those I had most labored to serve. But when I reflect on her condition, my heart bleeds for her. Yet with Thee nothing is impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to one who ought to be dearer to me than her, I cannot but say that the more I think of it, the more con vinced I am that no one, without a virtual renouncing of the faith, can abstain from the public as well as the private worship of God. All the prayers usually read morning and evening at Frederica and here, put together, do not last seven minutes. These cannot be termed long prayers; no Christian assembly ever used shorter; neither have they any repetitions in them at all. If I did not speak thus plainly to you, which I fear no one else in England or America will do, I should by no means be worthy to call myself, sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, &amp;amp;c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5157567727164854915?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5157567727164854915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5157567727164854915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5157567727164854915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5157567727164854915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/letter-to-general-oglethorpe-april-20.html' title='Letter to General Oglethorpe, April 20, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1151474386648276885</id><published>2009-04-20T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:01:01.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Letter to Charles, April 20, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, April 20, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still extremely pity poor Mrs. Hawkins; but what can I do more, till God show me who it is that continually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exas perates &lt;/span&gt;her against me ? Then I may perhaps be of some service to her. There is surely someone who does not play us fair; but I marvel not at the matter. He that is higher than the highest regardeth; and there is that is mightier than they. Yet a little while, and God will declare who is sincere. Tarry thou the Lord's leisure and be strong, and He shall comfort thy heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1151474386648276885?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1151474386648276885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1151474386648276885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1151474386648276885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1151474386648276885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/letter-to-charles-april-20-1736.html' title='Letter to Charles, April 20, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2102084957821976093</id><published>2009-04-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:53:00.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Saturday, April 17, 1736</title><content type='html'>Not finding as yet any door open for the pursuing our main design, we considered in what manner we might be most useful to the little flock at Savannah. And we agreed 1) to advise the more serious among them to form themselves into a sort of little society, and to meet once or twice a week, in order to reprove, instruct and exhort one another; 2) to select out of these a smaller number for a more intimate union with each other, which might be forwarded, partly by our conversing singly with each and partly by inviting them all together to our house; and this, accordingly, we determined to do every Sunday in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2102084957821976093?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2102084957821976093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2102084957821976093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2102084957821976093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2102084957821976093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturday-april-17-1736.html' title='Saturday, April 17, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5719299637954785665</id><published>2009-04-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:12:00.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal April 16, 1736</title><content type='html'>Fri., April 16th. My brother brought me of a resolution which honour and indignation had formed, of starving rather than asking for necessaries. Accordingly I went to Mr. Oglethorpe, in his tent, to ask for some little things I wanted. He sent for me back again, and mid, "Pray, Sir, sit down. I have something to say to you. I hear you have spread several reports about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my brother and Mr. Delamotte set out in an open boat for Savannah. I preached in the afternoon on, "He that now goeth on his way weeping, and beareth forth good seed, shall doubtless come again with joy, and bring his sheaves with him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5719299637954785665?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5719299637954785665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5719299637954785665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5719299637954785665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5719299637954785665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-16-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal April 16, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1896545241256620309</id><published>2009-04-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:11:01.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 14, 1736</title><content type='html'>Wed., April 14th. By a relation which my brother gave me of a late conference he had with her, I was, in spite of all I had seen and heard, half persuaded into a good opinion of M. H. For the lasting honour of our sagacity be it written!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1896545241256620309?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1896545241256620309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1896545241256620309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1896545241256620309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1896545241256620309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-14-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 14, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3019646198029657938</id><published>2009-04-11T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:10:00.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 11, 1736</title><content type='html'>Sun., April 11th. What words could more support our confidence, than the following, out of the Psalms for the day? --" Be merciful unto me, O God, for man goeth about to devour me. He is daily fighting, and troubling me. Mine enemies are daily in hand to swallow me up; for they be many that fight against me, O thou Most Highest. Nevertheless, though I am sometimes afraid, yet put I my trust in thee. I will put my trust in God, and will not fear what man can do unto me. They daily mistake my words: all that they imagine is to do me evil." (Psalm lvi. 1-,5.) The next Psalm was equally animating :--" Be merciful unto me, O God; for my soul trusteth in thee: and under the shadow of thy wings shall be my refuge, until this tyranny be overpast. I will call upon the most high God; even unto the God that shall perform the cause which I have in hand. He shall send down from heaven, and save me from the reproof of him that would eat me up. God shall send forth his mercy and truth; my soul is among lions. And I lie even among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword. Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens; and thy glory above all the earth." (Psalm lvii. 1-6.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just recovered strength enough to consecrate at the sacrament: the rest my brother discharged. We then got out of the reach of informers, and proceeded in my account; being fully persuaded of the truth of M. W.'s information against Mr. Oglethorpe, M. H., and herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning Mr. Oglethorpe met and carried us to breakfast at the modest M.H.,s. At noon my brother repeated to me his last conference with M. W., in confirmation of all she had ever told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I took leave of Mr. Horton, Mr. Hermsdorf, and Major Richards, who were going, with thirty men, to build a fort over against the Spanish look-out, twelve leagues from Augustine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3019646198029657938?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3019646198029657938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=3019646198029657938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3019646198029657938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3019646198029657938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-11-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 11, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4382933533700470703</id><published>2009-04-10T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:33:00.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>April 10, 1736, Diary of John Wesley</title><content type='html'>Private prayer; prayed.  6 Breakfast, religious talk. 6.30 Greek Testament; sang.  7 Religious talk with Nowell.  7.45 Greek Testament; religious talk with them; Greek Testament; sang.  10 Shaved.  10.15 Greek Testament; sang.  12 Dinner, religious talk.  12.30 Necessary talk.  1 Storm; religious talk with Delamotte, etc.  2 Wind for us! 3 Dinner.  3.15 Writ diary; necessary business.  4 Meditated; prayed; religious talk with soldier etc.  5 Opened Bible and Kempis; prayed for Oglethorpe, Mrs Hawkins, etc. 5.30 At Frederica; Mr Oglethorpe came on board and received us with the utmost love, saluted Mrs. Hawkins.  6 Religious talk with Charles of Frederica. 7 He read Prayers, expounded; Mrs Hawins there. 7.30 Religious talk with her, she quite cold and reserved (no. 1) 8.30 With Oglethrope, he quite open and friendly [9] Horton came, friendly.  9.30 Storehouse; prayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4382933533700470703?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4382933533700470703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4382933533700470703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4382933533700470703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4382933533700470703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-10-1736-diary-of-john-wesley.html' title='April 10, 1736, Diary of John Wesley'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4828976692626267990</id><published>2009-04-10T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:09:00.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 10, 1736</title><content type='html'>Sat., April 10th. Mr. Reed waked me with news of Mr. Delamotte and my brother being on their way to Frederies. I found the encouragement I sought in the Scriptures for the day, Psalm liii.: "Why boastest thou thyself in mischief, O mighty man? the goodness of God endureth continually. Thy tongue deviseth mischiefs; like a sharp razor, working deceitfully. Thou lovest evil more than good; and lying than to speak righteousness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At six Mr. Delamotte and my brother landed, when my strength was so exhausted I could not have read prayers once more. He helped me into the woods; for there was no talking among a people of spies and ruffians; nor even in the woods, unless in an unknown tongue. He told me the scripture he met with at landing was, "If God be for us, who can be against us?" and that Mr. Oglethorpe received him with abundant kindness. I began my account of all that has passed, and continued it till prayers. It were endless to mention all the scriptures which have been for so many days adapted to my circumstances; but I cannot pass by the evening lesson, Heb. xi. I was ashamed of having well-nigh sunk under mine, when I beheld the conflicts of those triumphant sufferers, of whom the world was not worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4828976692626267990?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4828976692626267990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4828976692626267990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4828976692626267990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4828976692626267990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-10-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 10, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5595647467074815139</id><published>2009-04-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:29:00.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>April 9, 1736, Diary of John Wesley</title><content type='html'>4.30 Prayed; prayed for Oglethorpe, etc.  6 Breakfast.  6.15 Greek Testament; sand, alterne.  8.15 Read Prayers; religious talke with Mr. Mackay.  9 Read Parnell to him, he fell asleep.  10 Greek Testament; sang.  12 Sang with Delamotte; sang; prayed; meditated; slept.  1 Greek Testament; sang.  3 Dinner.  3.15 Greek Testament; sang.  4/15 Meditated.  5 Prayed; sand; prayed.  6 Greek Testament; sang; prayed.  7 Private prayer.  8 Read Prayers (wind contrary!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5595647467074815139?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5595647467074815139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5595647467074815139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5595647467074815139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5595647467074815139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-9-1736-diary-of-john-wesley.html' title='April 9, 1736, Diary of John Wesley'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4396538479773161234</id><published>2009-04-09T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:08:00.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 9, 1736</title><content type='html'>Fri., April 9th. While talking to Mrs. Hird, I turned my eyes towards the huts, and saw Mr. Lassel's all in a blaze. I walked towards the fires, which, before I could come up to it, had consumed the hut, and everything in it. It was a corner-hut, and the wind providentially blew from the others, or they would have been all destroyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4396538479773161234?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4396538479773161234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4396538479773161234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4396538479773161234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4396538479773161234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-9-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 9, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1840887547595530071</id><published>2009-04-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:23:00.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>April 7, 1736, Diary of John Wesley</title><content type='html'>5 Prayer; sang. 6 Prayed.  6.15 Bread.  6.45 Read Antoinette Bourignon; sang.   9 On board; Mr. Delegal; ate fish.  10.30 On shore with Delamotte.  11 Read Antoinette Bourigon; religious talk.  2 Rain, flies.  2.15 On board; Antoinette Bourignon; writ diary. 3  Bread; Antoinette Bourignon.  5 Prayed; private prayer.  6 Prayed; sand; prayed for Ingham; Antoinette Bourignon; prayed for Mrs Hawkins.  8 Read Prayers.  8.15 Lay down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1840887547595530071?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1840887547595530071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1840887547595530071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1840887547595530071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1840887547595530071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-7-1736-diary-of-john-wesley.html' title='April 7, 1736, Diary of John Wesley'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1704837780401574296</id><published>2009-04-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:06:00.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 6, 1736</title><content type='html'>Tues., April 6th. I found myself so faint and weak, that it was with the utmost difficulty I got through the prayers. Mr. Davison, my good Samaritan, would often call, or send his wife to tend me: and to their care, under God, I owe my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mr. Oglethorpe gave away my bedstead from under me, and refused to spare one of the carpenters to mend me up another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1704837780401574296?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1704837780401574296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1704837780401574296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1704837780401574296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1704837780401574296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-6-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 6, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3491585212287839713</id><published>2009-04-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:04:00.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 5, 1736</title><content type='html'>Mon., April 5th. At one this morning the sand flies forced me to rise, and smoke them out of the hut. The whole town was employed in the same manner. My congregation in the evening consisted of two Presbyterians and a Papist. I went home in great pain, my distemper being much increased with the little duty I could discharge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3491585212287839713?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3491585212287839713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=3491585212287839713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3491585212287839713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3491585212287839713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-5-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 5, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-3150582350867009214</id><published>2009-04-04T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:52:00.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Sunday, April 4, 1736</title><content type='html'>About four in the afternoon I set out for Frederica in a pettiawga—a sort of flat-bottomed barge. The next evening we anchored near Skidoway Island, where the water, at flood, was twelve or fourteen feet deep. I wrapped myself up from head to foot in a large cloak, to keep off the sandflies, and lay down on the quarterdeck. Between one and two I waked under water, being so fast asleep that I did not find where I was till my mouth was full of it. Having left my cloak, I know not how, upon deck, I swam around to the other side of the  pettiawga, where a boat was tied, and climbed up by the rope without any hurt, more than wetting my clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-3150582350867009214?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3150582350867009214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=3150582350867009214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3150582350867009214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/3150582350867009214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-april-4-1736.html' title='Sunday, April 4, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2409982597693127878</id><published>2009-04-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:03:00.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, April 4, 1736</title><content type='html'>Sun., April 4th. Many of the people had been ill of the bloody flux. I escaped hitherto by my vegetable diet; but now my fever brought it. Notwithstanding this, I was obliged to go abroad, and preach, and administer the sacrament. My sermon on, "Keep innocency, and take heed to the thing that is right, for this shall bring a man peace at the last," was deciphered into a satire against M.H. At night I got an old bedstead to lie on, being that on which the scoutboat-man had died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2409982597693127878?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2409982597693127878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2409982597693127878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2409982597693127878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2409982597693127878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-4-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, April 4, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8165880035331340543</id><published>2009-04-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:33:00.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 31, 1736</title><content type='html'>Wed., March 31st. I begin now to be abused and slighted into an opinion of my own considerableness. I could not be more trampled upon, was I a fallen Minister of state. The people have found out that I am in disgrace, and all the cry is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curramus praecipites, et Dum jacet in ripa calcemus caesaris hostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My few well-wishers are afraid to speak to me. Some have turned out of the way to avoid me. Others desired I would not take it ill, if they seemed not to know me when we should meet. The servant that used to wash my linen sent it back unwashed. It was great cause of triumph my being forbidden the use of Mr. Oglethorpe's things, and in effect debarred of most of the conveniences, if not necessaries, of life. I sometimes pitied, and sometimes diverted myself with, the odd expressions of their contempt; but found the benefit of having undergone a much lower degree of obloquy at Oxford.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8165880035331340543?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8165880035331340543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8165880035331340543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8165880035331340543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8165880035331340543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-march-31-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 31, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7442020793809928138</id><published>2009-04-03T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:32:00.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 30, 1736</title><content type='html'>Tues., March 30th. Having laid hitherto on the ground, in a corner of Mr. Reed's hut, and hearing some boards were to be disposed of, I attempted in vain to get some of them to lie upon. They were given to all besides. The Minister only of Frederica must be afrhtwr, aqemistos, anestios. Yet are we not hereunto called, astatein, kakopaqein. Even the Son of man had not where to lay his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the Scripture an inexhaustible fund of comfort. "Is my hand shortened at all, that it cannot save? or have I no power to deliver? I gave my back to the stutters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair. I hid not my face from shame and spitting. For the Lord God will help me, therefore shall I not be confounded. Therefore have I set my face like a flint; and I know that I shall not be ashamed. He is near that justifieth me; who will contend with me? Let us stand together. Who is mine adversary? let him come near to me. Behold, the Lord God will help me: who is he that shall condemn me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7442020793809928138?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7442020793809928138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7442020793809928138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7442020793809928138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7442020793809928138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-march-30-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 30, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8517662228548528779</id><published>2009-04-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:03:00.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal April 3, 1736</title><content type='html'>Sat., April 3rd. Nature I found endeavoured to throw off the disease by excessive sweats: I therefore drank whatever my women brought me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8517662228548528779?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8517662228548528779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8517662228548528779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8517662228548528779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8517662228548528779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-journal-april-3-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal April 3, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5382544300173623802</id><published>2009-03-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:51:00.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Tuesday, March 30, 1736</title><content type='html'>Mr. Ingham, coming from Frederica, brought me letters, pressing me to go thither. The next day Mr. Delamotte and I began to try whether life might not as well be sustained&lt;br /&gt;by one sort as by variety of food. We chose to make the experiment with bread; and were never more vigorous and healthy than while we tasted nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5382544300173623802?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5382544300173623802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5382544300173623802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5382544300173623802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5382544300173623802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuesday-march-30-1736.html' title='Tuesday, March 30, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4815380765035795414</id><published>2009-03-29T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:31:00.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 29, 1736</title><content type='html'>Mon., March 29th. I was revived by those words of our Lord: "These things have I spoken unto you, that you should not be offended. They shall put you out of the synagogues: yea, the time cometh, that whosoever killeth you will think that he doeth God service. And these things will they do unto you, because they have not known the Father, nor me." "In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." (John xvi. 1-3, 33.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I was to live with Mr. Oglethorpe, I had brought nothing with me from England, except my clothes and books; but this morning, asking a servant for something I wanted, (I think a tea-kettle,) I was told Mr. Oglethorpe had given orders that no one should use any of his things. I answered, that order, I supposed, did not extend to me. "Yes, Sir," says she, "you were excepted by name." Thanks be to God, that it is not yet made capital to give me a morsel of bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4815380765035795414?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4815380765035795414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4815380765035795414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4815380765035795414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4815380765035795414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-29-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 29, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8276065189649853997</id><published>2009-03-28T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:30:01.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 28, 1736</title><content type='html'>Sun., March 28th. I went to the storehouse (our tabernacle at present) to hearken what the Lord God would say concerning me. Both myself and the congregation were struck with the first lesson: Joseph and Potiphar's wife. The second was still more animating: "If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own." (John xv. 18, 19.) After the prayers poor Mr. Davison stayed behind, to take his leave of Mr. Ingham. He burst into tears, and said, "One good man is leaving us already. I foresee nothing but desolation. Must my poor children be brought up like these savages?" We endeavoured to comfort him by showing him his calling. At ten Mr. Ingham preached an alarming sermon on the day of judgment, and joined with me in offering up the Christian sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my walk at noon I was full of heaviness; complained to God that I had no friend but Him; and even in Him could now find no comfort. Immediately I received power to pray; then, opening my Bible, read as follows :-- "Hearken unto me, ye that seek the Lord: look unto the rock whence ye are hewn." "Fear ye not the reproach of men, neither be ye afraid of their revilings." "Who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die; ...... and hast feared continually every day because of the fury of the oppressor - and where is the fury of the oppressor?" (Isai. li. 1, 2, 12, 13.) After reading this, no wonder that I found myself renewed in confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mr. Ingham waited for the boat, I took a turn with Mr. Horton. He fully convinced me of M. H.'s true character; ungrateful in the highest degree, a common prostitute, a complete hypocrite. She told me, her and her husband  had begged him upon their knees to intercede with Mr. Oglethorpe, not to turn them out of the ship, which would be their utter ruin. This he accordingly did; though Mr. Oglethorpe at first assured him he had rather give one hundred pounds than take them. The first person she fell upon, after this, was Mr. Horton himself, whom she abused, as she has since done to me. From him I hastened to the water-side, where I found Mr. Ingham just put off. O happy, happy friend! Abiit, erupit, evasit! But woe is me, that I am still constrained to dwell with Meshech! I languished to hear him company, followed him with my eyes till out of sight and then sunk into deeper dejection than I had known before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8276065189649853997?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8276065189649853997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8276065189649853997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8276065189649853997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8276065189649853997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-28-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 28, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-2608495297441317743</id><published>2009-03-28T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T06:38:01.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Saturday, March 28, 1736</title><content type='html'>They met to consult concerning the affairs of their Church; Mr.  Spangenberg being shortly to go to Pennsylvania, and Bishop Nitschman to return to Germany. After several hours spent in conference and prayer, they proceeded to the election and ordination of a Bishop. The great simplicity, as well as solemnity, of the whole, almost made me forget the seventeen hundred years between, and imagine myself in one of those assemblies there form and state were not; but Paul the tent-maker, or Peter the fisherman, presided; yet with the demonstration of the Spirit and of power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-2608495297441317743?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2608495297441317743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=2608495297441317743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2608495297441317743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/2608495297441317743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-march-28-1736.html' title='Saturday, March 28, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8514980430144337186</id><published>2009-03-27T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:00:00.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>Saturday, March 27, 2007 -- A Diary of a Day</title><content type='html'>4 Prayed with Delamotte; private prayer (lively zeal). 5 Meditated; with Germans, sang; read Prayers.  6 Expounded; necessary business in garden.  7 Tea; read Greek with Delamotte.  8 Greek. 9 Sang; Ardnt 10 Ardnt 10.4 Religious talk (necessary) with Appee.  11 Arnt; writ to Charles.  12 [Writ] to Mrs Hawkins. 12.45 Dinner. 1.15 Necessary business. 2 Catechized children. 3 Visited Dean prayer, Common Prayer. 4 With Germans, they meeting. 4.45 At home; necesary talk. 5 Tea, religious talk. 5.30 Read Prayers, expounded.  7.45 Religious talk with Gough.  8 Religious talk on lay-baptism.  8.30 With Germans sang. 9.30 Writ diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8514980430144337186?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8514980430144337186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8514980430144337186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8514980430144337186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8514980430144337186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-march-27-2007-diary-of-day.html' title='Saturday, March 27, 2007 -- A Diary of a Day'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-6226182268618305590</id><published>2009-03-27T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:29:00.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 27, 1736</title><content type='html'>Sat., March 27th. This morning we began our Lord's last discourses to his disciples: every word was providentially directed to my comfort, but particularly those: -"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me." "I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you." "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." (John xiv. 1, 18, 27.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sensibly concerned this afternoon at hearing that M. W. is growing more and more like M. H., declares she will be no longer priest-ridden, jests upon prayers, and talks in the loose, scandalous dialect of her friend. In the evening a thought came into my mind of sending Mr. Ingham for my brother. He was much averse to leaving me in my trials, but was at last persuaded to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-6226182268618305590?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6226182268618305590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=6226182268618305590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6226182268618305590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6226182268618305590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-27-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 27, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8774906993027685773</id><published>2009-03-26T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:24:00.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 26, 1736</title><content type='html'>Fri., March 26th. "My soul is always in my hand; therefore will I not forget thy law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, early, Mr. Oglethorpe called me out to tell me of Mrs. Lawley's miscarriage, by being denied access to the Doctor for bleeding. He seemed very angry, and to charge me with it; saying he should be the tyrant if he passed by such intolerable injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, I knew nothing of the matter, and it was hard it should be imputed to me; that from the first Hermsdorf told the Doctor he might visit whom of his patients he pleased; but the Doctor would not. I denied my having the least hand in the whole business as Hermsdorf himself had declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Hermsdorf himself assured me, what he did, he did by your advice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, "You must mistake his imperfect English; for many have heard him say the contradictory of this. Yet I must be charged with all the mischief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How else can it be," said he, "that there should be no love, no meekness, no true religion among the people, but instead of that, mere formal prayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As to that, I can answer for them, that they have no more of the form of godliness than the power. I have seldom above six at the public service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what would an unbeliever say to your raising these disorders?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, if I had raised them, he might say there was nothing in religion; but what would that signify to those who had experienced it? They would not say so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me the people were full of dread and confusion; that it was much easier to govern a thousand than sixty men; for in so small a number, every one's passion was considerable; that he does not leave them before they were settled, &amp;amp;  I asked him, "Would you have me forbear conferring at all with my parishioners?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this I could get no answer, and went on: "The reason why I did not interpose for or against the Doctor was his having, at the beginning, charged me with his confinement. I talked less with my parishioners these five days past, than I had done in any one afternoon before. I shunned appearing in public, lest my advice should be asked, or lest, if I heard others talking, my very silence should be deciphered into advice. But one argument of my innocence I can give, which will even convince you of it. I know my life is in your hands: and you know, that was you to frown upon me, and give the least intimation that it would be agreeable to you, the generality of these wretched people would say or swear anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this he agreed, and owned the case was so with them all. "You see that my safety depends on your single opinion of me. Must I not therefore be mad, if I would in such a situation provoke you by disturbing the public peace? Innocence, I know, is not the least protection; but my sure trust is in God." His company interrupted us, and I left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was no longer careful of the event, after reading those words in the morning lesson: "Thou cannot follow me now; but thou shalt follow me afterwards." (John xiii. 36.) Amen. When Thou pleasest. Thy time is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Oglethorpe, meeting me in the evening, asked when I had prayers. I said, I waited his pleasure. While the people came slowly, "You see, Sir," said I, "they do not lay too great a stress on forms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason of that is, because others idolize them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe few stay away for that reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know that." Mr. Oglethorpe stood over against me, and joined audibly in the prayers. The chapter was designed for me, and I read it with great boldness, as follows: "I charge thee before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom; preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and doctrine. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an Evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At my first answer no man stood with me, but all men forsook me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Notwithstanding the Lord stood with me ...... that by me the preaching might be fully known, and that all the Gentiles might hear: and I was delivered out of the mouth of the lion. And the Lord shall deliver me from every evil work, and will preserve me unto his heavenly kingdom: to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen." (2 Tim. iv. 1--3, 5, 16--18.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8774906993027685773?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8774906993027685773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8774906993027685773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8774906993027685773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8774906993027685773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-26-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 26, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1623860091035995835</id><published>2009-03-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:23:00.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 25, 1736</title><content type='html'>Thur., March 25th. At five I heard the second drum beat for prayer, which I had desired Mr. Ingham to read, being much weakened by my fever. But considering I ought to appear at this time especially, I rose and heard those animating words: "If any man serve me, let him follow me; and where I am, there shall also my servant be: if any man serve me, him will my Father honour. Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say ? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify thy name." (John xii. 26-28.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At half-hour past seven Mr. Oglethorpe called me out of my hut. I looked up to God, and went. He charged me with mutiny and sedition; with stirring up the people to desert the colony. Accordingly he said they had had a meeting last night, and sent a message to him this morning, desiring leave to go; that their speaker had informed against them, and me the spring of all; that  men constantly came to prayers, therefore I must have instigated them; that he should not scruple shooting half-a-dozen of them at once; but that he had, out of kindness, first spoken to me. My answer was, "I desire, Sir, you would have no regard to my brothers, my friends, or the love you had for me, if anything of this is made out against me. I know nothing of their meeting or designs. Of those you have mentioned, not one comes constantly to prayers, or sacrament. I never incited any one to leave the colony. I desire to answer my accuser face to face." He told me, my accuser was Mr. Lawley, whom he would bring, if I would wait here. I added," Mr. Lawley is a man who has declared he knows no reason for keeping fair with any man, but a design to get all he can by him: but there was nothing to be got by the poor Persons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked whether he himself was not assured that there were enough men in Frederica, to say or swear anything against any man that should be in disgrace: whether; if he himself was removed, or succeeded ill, the whole stream of the people would not be turned against him; and even this Lawley, who was of all others the most violent in condemning the prisoners, and justifying the officers. I observed, this was the old cry, "Away with the Christians to the lions ;" mentioned H. and his wife's scandalizing my brother and me, and vowing revenge against us both, threatening me yesterday even in his presence. I asked what redress or satisfaction was due to my character; what good I could do in my present parish, if cut off by their calumnies from ever seeing one half of it. I ended with assuring him, I had and should still make it my business to promote peace among all. I felt no disturbance while speaking, but lifted up my heart to God, and found him present with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mr. Oglethorpe was fetching Lawley, I thought of our Lord's words, "Ye shall be brought before Governors and Kings for my sake. But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or what ye shall speak: for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak ;" (Matt. x. 18, 19 ;) and applied to Him for help, and words to make my defence. Before Mr. Oglethorpe returned I called in upon Mr. Ingham, and desired him to pray for me: then walked, and, musing on the event, opened the book on Acts xv. 31-- 83: "Which when they had read, they rejoiced for the consolation; and exhorted the brethren with many words, and confirmed them. And after they had tarried there a space, they were let go in peace." Mr. Ingham coming, I related all that had passed. On sight of Mr. Oglethorpe and Lawley, he retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Oglethorpe observed, the place was too public. I offered to carry him to my usual walk in the woods. On our way God put it into my heart to say, "Show only the least disinclination to find me guilty, and you shall see what a turn it will give to the accusation." He took the hint, and instead of calling upon Lawley to make good his charge, began with the quarrel in general; but did not show himself angry with me, or desirous to find me to blame. Lawley, who appeared full of guilt and fear, upon this dropped his accusation, or shrunk it into my "forcing the people to 'prayers." I replied, that the people themselves would acquit me of that; and as to the officers' quarrel, I appealed to the officers for the truth of my assertion, that I had had no hand at all in it; professed my desire and resolution of promoting peace and obedience: and as to the people, I was persuaded their desire of leaving the colony arose from mistake, not malice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Mr. Oglethorpe spoke of reconciling matters; bade Lawley told  the petitioners, he would not so much  ask who they were, if they were but quiet for the future. " I hope," added he, "they will be so; and Mr. Wesley here hopes so too." "Yes, Sir," says Lawley, "I really believe it of Mr. Wesley, and had always a very great respect for him." I turned, and said to Mr. Oglethorpe, "Did not I tell you it would be so" He replied to Lawley, "Yes; you had always a very great respect for Mr. Wesley. You told me he was a stirrer up of sedition, and at the bottom of all this disturbance." With this gentle reproof he dismissed him; and I thanked him for having first spoken to me of what I was accused of, begging he would always do so. This he promised, and then I walked with him to M. H.'s door. She came out again to see me with him. He then left me, "and I was delivered out of the mouth of the lion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my hut, where I found Mr. Ingham. He told me this was but the beginning of sorrows. "Not as I will, but as Thou wilt." About noon, in the midst of a violent storm of thunder and lightning, I read the eighteenth Psalm, and found it gloriously suited to my circumstances. I never felt the Scriptures as now. Now I need them, I find them all written for my instruction and comfort. At the same time I feel great joy in the expectation of our Saviour thus coming to judgment, when the secrets of all hearts shall be revealed, and God shall make my innocency as clear as the light, and my just dealing as the noon-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At three I walked with Mr. Ingham, and read him the history of this amazing day. We rejoiced together in the protection of God, and through comfort of the Scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening lesson was full of encouragement. "This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be -false accussers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, high-minded, but they shall proceed no further : for their folly shall be made manifest unto all men. But thou hast fully known my doctrine, manner of life, what persecutions I endured; but out of them all the Lord delivered me. Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived. All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness." (2 Tim.iii. 1-4, 9-13, 16.) Blessed be God, I begin to find it so !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Mr. Hird, I persuaded him to use all his interest with the people, to lay aside all thoughts of leaving the colony. He told me he had assured Mr. Oglethorpe that this was always my language toward him and the rest; but was answered short, with, "You must not tell me that; I know better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending an hour at the camp, in singing such Psalms as suited the occasion, I went to bed in the hut, which was thoroughly wet with the day's rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1623860091035995835?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1623860091035995835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1623860091035995835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1623860091035995835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1623860091035995835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-25-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 25, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1398531913569868429</id><published>2009-03-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:22:40.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 24, 1736</title><content type='html'>Wed., March 24th. I was enabled to pray earnestly for my enemies, particularly Mr. Oglethorpe, whom I now looked upon as the chief of them. Then I gave myself up entirely to God's disposal, desiring I might not now want power to pray, when I most of all needed it. Mr. Ingham then came, and read the thirty-seventh psalm: a glorious exhortation to patience, and confidence in God, from the different estate of the good and wicked. After breakfast I again betook myself to intercession, particularly for M. W., that Satan, in the shape of that other bad woman, might not stand at her right hand. Doubting whether I should not interpose for the prisoners, I consulted the oracle, and met Jer. xliv. 16, 17: "As for the word which thou hast spoken to us in the name of the Lord, we will not hearken unto it: but we will certainly do whatsoever thing goeth forth out of our own mouth." This determined me not to meddle with them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At eleven,  I met M. Perkins, who told me of the infamy M. H. had brought on Mr. Oglethorpe, and the utter discouragement it would be to the people, if she was supported. Farther she informed me that M. W. had began to repent of having engaged so far with her, confessing she had done it through cowardice, as thinking Mr. Oglethorpe would bear her out against all the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I talked with M. W., and with the last degree of astonishment heard her accuse herself. Horror of horrors! Never did I feel such excess of pity. I gave myself up to prayer for her. Mr. Ingham soon joined me. All the prayers expressed a full confidence in God: when notice was given to us of Mr. Oglethorpe's landing. M.H., Mr. Ingham, and myself were sent for. We found him in his tent, with the people round it; Mr. and M.H. within.   After a short hearing, the officers were reprimanded, and the prisoners dismissed. At going out M. H. modestly told me, she had something more to say against me, but would take another time. I only answered," You know, Madam, it is impossible for me to fear you." When they were gone, Mr. Oglethorpe said he was convinced, and glad I had had no hand in all this. I told him I had something to impart, of the last importance, when he was at leisure. He took no notice, but read his letters; and I walked away with Mr. Ingham, who was utterly astonished. The issue is just what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck with those words in the evening lesson: "Thou therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus." "Endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ." "Remember that Jesus Christ was raised from the dead according to my Gospel: wherein I suffer trouble, as an evil-doer, even unto bonds; but the word of God is not bound. Therefore I endure all things for the elect's sakes, that they may also obtain the salvation which is in Christ Jesus with eternal glory. It is a faithful saying: For if we be dead with him, we shall also live with him: if we suffer, we shall also reign with him." (2 Tim. ii. 1, 3, 8-12.) After reading I could not forbear adding, "I need say nothing. God will shortly apply this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory be to God for my confidence hitherto! O what am I if left to myself! but I can do and suffer all things through Christ strengthening me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1398531913569868429?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1398531913569868429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1398531913569868429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1398531913569868429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1398531913569868429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-24-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 24, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1041767636084213468</id><published>2009-03-23T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:21:00.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 23, 1736</title><content type='html'>Tues., March 23rd. In reading Hebrews xi., I felt my faith revive; and I was confident God would either turn aside the trial, or strengthen me to bear it. In the afternoon Mr. Davison informed me that, the Doctor had sent his wife a word to arm herself from the case of instruments, and forcibly make her escape; to speak to Mr. Oglethorpe first, and even to stab any that should oppose her. M. Perkins told me, she had heard M. H. say," Mr. Oglethorpe dares not punish me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was encouraged by the lesson: "God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. Be not thou therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of me his prisoner: but be thou partaker of the afflictions of the Gospel according to the power of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whereunto I am an appointed  Preacher. For  which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day." (2 Tim. i. 7, 8, 11, 12.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1041767636084213468?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1041767636084213468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1041767636084213468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1041767636084213468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1041767636084213468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-23-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 23, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-5031561397881939503</id><published>2009-03-22T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:48:00.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>A Letter to Charles, March 22, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, March 22, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR BROTHER, -- How different are the ways wherein we are led! Yet, I hope, toward the same end. I have hitherto no opposition at all. All is smooth and fair and promising. Many seem to be awakened. All are full of respect and commendation. We can't see any cloud gathering. But this calm cannot last; storms must come hither too: and let them come, when we are ready to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis strange so many of our friends should still trust in God. I hope, indeed, whoever turns to the world, Mr. Tackner and Betty, with Mr. Hird's family and Mr. Burk, will zealously aim at the prize of their high calling. These especially I exhort, by the mercies of God, that they be not weary of well-doing, but that they labor more and more to be meek and lowly, and daily to advance in the knowledge and love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, too, Mr. Weston, Mr. Moore, Mr. Allen, and Mr. White, as well as Mr. Ward and his wife, continue in the same wise resolutions. I must not forget Mr. Reed and Mr. Daubry, both of whom I left fully determined to shake off every weight, and with all their might to pursue the one thing needful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conciones omnes meas jamnunc habes, praeter istas quas misi. Aliquae in pyxide sunt (de qua ne verbum scribis) una cum Bibliis in quarto. Liber de Disciplina quam celerrime potes, remittendus est. Quanta est concordia fratrum! Tui vole et fratris Bi. [‘You have now all my sermons, beside those which I have sent. Some are in the box (of which you write not a word) together with the Bible in quarto. The Book of Discipline must be sent back as soon as possible. How great is the concord of brethren! I mean of thee and brother B’ (Ben jamin Ingham).]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not, I think, at liberty [greek inserted here that translated is: [' To turn to the Gentiles till your own countrymen shall cast you out.'] ]If that period comes soon, so much the better. Only in the meanwhile reprove and exhort with all authority, even though all men should despise thee. It shall turn to thee for a testimony ': see Luke xxi. 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conjure you, spare no time or address or pains to learn the true cause ['Of the former distress of my friend.'] I much doubt you are the right. ['God forbid that she should again in like manner miss the mark. Watch over her, keep her as much as possible. Write to me, how I ought to write to her.']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mr. Ingham [Benjamin Ingham had gone to Prederica with General Oglethorpe on Feb. 16, and welcomed Charles on his landing there in March.] were here, I would try to see you. But omit no opportunity. of writing.  ['I stand in jeopardy every hour. Two or three are women, younger, refined, God-fearing. Pray that I know none of them after the flesh.']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be strong and very courageous; for the Lord our God is with us, and there is no counsel or might against Him Adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Charles Wesley reached Frederica, the chief place on St. Sireoh's Island, a hundred miles south of Savannah, on March 9. (For a description of the place, see Journal, i. 403n.) He was General Oglethorpe's secretary, and had spiritual charge of the settlers, who were busy laying out the town and building houses. This letter shows with what care the Wesleys watched over all their parishioners. The persons named in it had come out with them on the Simmonds. Wesley baptized Ambrosius Tackher, aged thirty, who had been baptized by a layman. Charles Wesley found him in an 'excellent temper' at Frederies (C. Wesley's Journal, i. 3). Betty was his wife (Journal, i. 123d). Wesley also baptized on the voyage Thomas and Grace Hird, with their son Mark, who was twenty-one, and their daughter Phoebe, about seventeen. The young people had been educated among the Quakers (ibid. i. 117). Burk was one of the converts on the Sirnrnonds (i. 233d). Francis Moore's letters about the voyage were afterwards pub lished. His wife was one of Oglethorpe's servants (i. I25). Mr. Reed was a courageous friend, who had done good work as a lay pastor (i. 125d). Charles Wesley slept on the ground in a common hut at Frederica (i. 195d). Mrs. Welch had been meek and teachable on board the Simrnonds; but Charles Wesley says she was now ' so willful, so un-tractable, so fierce, that I could not bear to stay near her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter is given in Whitehead's Wesley, ii. 14-16, and Moore's Wesley, i. 293-4; but both omit the last two sentences in Greek, through which already looms the ominous figure of Sophia Hopkey, whom Wesley first met on March 13. Charles Wesley was beset with difficulties at Frederica, and General Oglethorpe was unfriendly. (See Telford's Charles Wesley, p. 49.) The correspondence between the brothers was liable to be opened and read. Hence the Latin and Greek interspersed. Later Byrom's shorthand was used. Charles sent Benjamin Ingham to Savannah on March 28, and early in April Wesley was able to visit his brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-5031561397881939503?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5031561397881939503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=5031561397881939503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5031561397881939503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/5031561397881939503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-to-charles-march-22-1736.html' title='A Letter to Charles, March 22, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4999074438459503866</id><published>2009-03-21T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:20:00.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 21, 1736</title><content type='html'>Sun., March 21st. Mr. Oglethorpe had ordered,  more often than once, that no man should shoot on a Sunday. Germain had been committed to the guard-room for it in the morning, but was, upon his submission, released. In the midst of the sermon a gun was fired. Davison, the constable, ran out, and found it was the Doctor; told him it was contrary to orders, and he was obliged to desire him to come to the officer. Upon this the Doctor flew into a great passion, and said, "What, do you  not  know that  I am not to be looked upon as a common fellow ?" Not knowing what to do, the constable went, and returned, after consulting with Hermsdorf, with two centinels, and brought him to the guard-room. Hereupon M. H. charged and fired a gun; and then ran thither, like a mad woman, crying she had shot, and would be confined too. The constable and Hermsdorf persuaded her to go away. She cursed and swore in the utmost transport of passion, threatening to kill the first man that should come near her. Alas, my brother! what has become of thy hopeful convert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, while I was talking in the street with poor Catherine, her mistress came up to us, and fell upon me with the utmost bitterness and scurrility; saying she would blow me up, and my brother, whom she once thought honest, but was now undeceived: that I was the cause of her husband's confinement; but she would be revenged, and expose my  hypocrisy, my prayers four times a day, by beat of drum, and abundance more, which I cannot write, and thought no woman, though taken from Drurylane, could have spoken. I only said, I pitied her, but defied all she or the devil could do; for she could not hurt me. I was strangely preserved from passion, and at parting told her that, I hoped she would soon come to a better mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening hour of retirement I resigned myself to God, in my brother's prayer for conformity to a suffering Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint and weary with the day's fatigue, I found my want of true holiness, and begged God to give me comfort from his word. I then read, in the evening lesson, "But thou, O man of God, flee these things; and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness. Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thou art called, and hast professed a good profession before many witnesses." (1 Tim. vt. 11, 12.) Before prayers I took a walk with Mr. Ingham, who was surprised I should not think innocence a sufficient protection. I had not indeed acquainted him with what M. W. had told me. At night I was forced to exchange my usual bed, the ground, for a chest, being almost speechless through a violent cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4999074438459503866?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4999074438459503866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4999074438459503866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4999074438459503866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4999074438459503866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-21-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 21, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-6071326475918388333</id><published>2009-03-19T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:12:00.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 10, 1736</title><content type='html'>Wed., March l0th. Between five and six in the morning I read short prayers to a few at the fire, before Mr. Oglethorpe's tent, in a hard shower of rain. Mr. Oglethorpe had set up a tent for the women, near his own. Toward noon I found an opportunity of talking at the tent-door with Mrs. W.  I laboured to guard her against the cares of the world, and to give herself to God in the Christian sacrifice; but to no purpose. God was pleased not to add weight to my words; therefore they could make no impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I began talking with M. Germain, about baptizing her child by immersion. She was much averse to it, though she owned it a strong, healthy child. I then spoke to her husband, who was soon satisfied, and brought his wife to be so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I endeavoured to reconcile M.W. to M. H., who, I assured her, bore her no ill-will. She replied, "You must not tell me that. M.H. is a very subtle woman. I understand her perfectly. There is a great man in the case; therefore I cannot speak; only that she is exceeding jealous of me" Company stopped her saying more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-6071326475918388333?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6071326475918388333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=6071326475918388333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6071326475918388333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/6071326475918388333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-10-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 10, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8550332064132035391</id><published>2009-03-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:04:00.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Character of a Methodist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotional Material'/><title type='text'>The Character of a Methodist (part 6)</title><content type='html'>9. And while he thus always exercises his love to God, by praying without ceasing, rejoicing evermore, and in everything giving thanks, this commandment is written in his heart, "That he who loveth God, love his brother also." And he accordingly loves his neighbour as himself; he loves every man as his own soul. His heart is full of love to all mankind, to every child of "the Father of the spirits of all flesh." That a man is not personally known to him, is no bar to his love; no, nor that he is known to be such as he approves not, that he repays hatred for his good-will. For he "loves his enemies;" yea, and the enemies of God, "the evil and the unthankful." And if it be not in his power to "do good to them that hate him," yet he ceases not to pray for them, though they continue to spurn his love, and still "despitefully use him and persecute him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. For he is "pure in heart." The love of God has purified his heart from all revengeful passions, from envy, malice, and wrath, from every unkind temper or malign affection. It hath cleansed him from pride and haughtiness of spirit, whereof alone cometh contention. And he hath now "put on bowels of mercies, kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, longsuffering:" So that he "forbears and forgives, if he had a quarrel against any; even as God in Christ hath forgiven him." And indeed all possible ground for contention, on his part, is utterly cut off. For none can take from him what he desires; seeing he "loves not the world, nor" any of "the things of the world;" being now "crucified to the world, and the world crucified to him;" being dead to all that is in the world, both to "the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eye, and the pride of life." For "all his desire is unto God, and to the remembrance of his name."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8550332064132035391?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8550332064132035391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8550332064132035391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8550332064132035391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8550332064132035391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/character-of-methodist-part-6.html' title='The Character of a Methodist (part 6)'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1026392060739669696</id><published>2009-03-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:17:00.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 18, 1736</title><content type='html'>Thur., March 18th. Today Mr. Oglethorpe set out with the Indians, to hunt the buffalo upon the main, and to see the utmost limits of what they claimed. In the afternoon M. W. discovered to me the whole mystery of iniquity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my myrtle-walk, where, as I was repeating, "I will thank thee, for thou hast heard me, and art become my salvation," a gun was fired from the other side of the rushes. Providence had that moment turned me from that end of the walk, which the shot flew through; but I heard them pass close by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1026392060739669696?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1026392060739669696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1026392060739669696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1026392060739669696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1026392060739669696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-18-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 18, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-460095100239188863</id><published>2009-03-18T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:41:00.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>A Letter to My Mother, March 18, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, March 18, 1736.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR MOTHER, -- I doubt not but you are already informed of the many blessings which God gave us in our passage; as my brother Wesley  must before now have received a particular account of the circumstances of our voyage, which he would not fail to transmit to you by the first opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are likely to stay here some months. The place is pleasant beyond imagination; and, by all I can learn, exceeding healthful -- even in summer, for those who are not intem perate. It has pleased God that I have not had a moment's illness of any kind since I set my foot upon the continent; nor do I know any more than one of my seven hundred parishioners who is sick at this time. Many of them, indeed, are, I believe, very angry already: for a gentleman, no longer ago than last night, made a ball; but public prayers happening to begin about the same time, the church was full, and the ball-room so empty that the entertainment could not go forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be heartily glad if any poor and religious men or women of Epworth or Wroot would come over to me. And so would Mr. Oglethorpe too: he would give them land enough, and provisions gratis till they could live on the produce of it. I was fully determined to have wrote to my dear Emmy to-day; but time will not permit. O hope ye still in God; for ye shall yet give Him thanks, who is the help of your countenance and your God! Renounce the world; deny yourselves; bear your cross with Christ, and reign with Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Harper, [John Wesley married his sister Emilia to Robert Harper, an apothecary of Epworth, shortly before he sailed for Georgia. It was an unfortunate marriage. His business was not a success, and ab sorbed a large part of what his wife made by her boarding- school at Gainsborough. See letter of June 18, 1725.] too, has a constant place in our prayers. May the good God give him the same zeal for holiness which He has given to a young gentleman at Rotterdam, who was with me last night.[ He had a long, close interview with Mr. Appee, a young Dutchman, in the house and in the garden. Appee proved to be unscrupulous and irreligious. See Journal, i. 180-1d; C. Wesley's Journal, i. 36-41.] Pray for us, and especially for, dear mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dutiful and affectionate Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mrs. Wesley, In Gainsborough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincolnshire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-460095100239188863?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/460095100239188863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=460095100239188863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/460095100239188863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/460095100239188863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-to-my-mother-march-18-1736.html' title='A Letter to My Mother, March 18, 1736'/><author><name>Theresa Coleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hd8sFje40mA/SFfj2diq1tI/AAAAAAAAA00/2qvYUwsf6Ps/S220/revmommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7328955714009490987</id><published>2009-03-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:59:00.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermons of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>March 18, 1736 - The Duty Of Constant Communion</title><content type='html'>20. A Fifth objection which some have made against constant communion is, that "the Church enjoins it only three times a year." The words of the Church are, "Note, that every parishioner shall communicate at the least three times in the year." To this I answer, First, What, if the Church had not enjoined it at all, Is it not enough that God enjoins it? We obey the Church only for God's sake. And shall we not obey God himself? If, then, you receive three times a year because the Church commands it, receive every time you can because God commands it. Else your doing the one will be so far from excusing you for not doing the other, that your own practice will prove your folly and sin, and leave you without excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Secondly, we cannot conclude from these words, that the Church excuses him who receives only thrice a year. The plain sense of them is, that he who does not receive thrice at least, shall be cast out of the Church: But they by no means excuse him who communicates no oftener. This never was the judgment of our Church: On the contrary, she takes all possible care that the sacrament be duly administered, wherever the Common Prayer is read, every Sunday and holiday in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church gives a particular direction with regard to those that are in Holy Orders: "In all cathedral and collegiate Churches and Colleges, where there are many Priests and Deacons, they shall all receive the communion with the Priest, every Sunday at the least."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. It has been shown, First, that if we consider the Lord's Supper as a command of Christ, no man can have any pretence to Christian piety, who does not receive it (not once a month, but) as often as he can. Secondly, that if we consider the institution of it, as a mercy to ourselves, no man who does not receive it as often as he can has any pretence to Christian prudence. Thirdly, that none of the objections usually made, can be any excuse for that man who does not, at every opportunity obey this command and accept this mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. It has been particularly shown, First, that unworthiness is no excuse; because though in one sense we are all unworthy, yet none of us need be afraid of being unworthy in St. Paul's sense, of "eating and drinking unworthily." Secondly, that the not having time enough for preparation can be no excuse; since the only preparation which is absolutely necessary, is that which no business can hinder, nor indeed anything on earth, unless so far as it hinders our being in a state of salvation. Thirdly, that its abating our reverence is no excuse; since he who gave the command, "Do this," nowhere adds, "unless it abates your reverence." Fourthly, that our not profiting by it is no excuse; since it is our own fault, in neglecting that necessary preparation which is in our own power. Lastly, that the judgment of our own Church is quite in favour of constant communion. If those who have hitherto neglected it on any of these pretences, will lay these things to heart, they will, by the grace of God, come to a better mind, and never forsake their own mercies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7328955714009490987?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7328955714009490987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7328955714009490987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7328955714009490987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7328955714009490987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-18-1736-duty-of-constant.html' title='March 18, 1736 - The Duty Of Constant Communion'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-7598623843624738689</id><published>2009-03-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:58:00.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermons of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>March 17, 1736 - The Duty Of Constant Communion</title><content type='html'>15. No business, therefore, can hinder any man from having that preparation which alone is necessary, unless it be such as unprepares him for heaven, as puts him out of a state of salvation. Indeed every prudent man will, when he has time, examine himself before he receives the Lord's Supper. whether he repents him truly of his former sins; whether he believes the promises of God; whether he fully designs to walk in His ways, and be in charity with all men. In this, and in private prayer, he will doubtless spend all the time he conveniently can. But what is this to you who have not time? What excuse is this for not obeying God? He commands you to come, and prepare yourself by prayer, if you have time; if you have not, however, come. Make not reverence to God's command a pretence for breaking it. Do not rebel against him for fear of offending him. Whatever you do or leave undone besides, be sure to do what God bids you do. Examining yourself, and using private prayer, especially before the Lord's Supper, is good; But behold! "to obey is better than" self-examination; "and to hearken," than the prayer of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A Third objection against constant communion is, that it abates our reverence for the sacrament. Suppose it did? What then? Will you thence conclude that you are not to receive it constantly? This does not follow. God commands you, "Do this." You may do it now, but will not, and, to excuse yourself say, "If I do it so often, it will abate the reverence with which I do it now." Suppose it did; has God ever told you, that when the obeying his command abates your reverence to it, then you may disobey it? If he has, you are guiltless; if not, what you say is just nothing to the purpose. The law is clear. Either show that the lawgiver makes this exception, or you are guilty before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Reverence for the sacrament may be of two sorts: Either such as is owing purely to the newness of the thing, such as men naturally have for anything they are not used to; or such as is owing to our faith, or to the love or fear of God. Now, the former of these is not properly a religious reverence, but purely natural. And this sort of reverence for the Lord's Supper, the constantly receiving of it must lessen. But it will not lessen the true religious reverence, but rather confirm and increase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A Fourth objection is, "I have communicated constantly so long, but I have not found the benefit I expected." This has been the case with many well-meaning persons, and therefore deserves to be particularly considered. And consider this: First, whatever God commands us to do, we are to do because he commands, whether we feel any benefit thereby or no. Now, God commands, "Do this in remembrance of me." This, therefore, we are to do because he commands, whether we find present benefit thereby or not. But undoubtedly we shall find benefit sooner or later, though perhaps insensibly. We shall be insensibly strengthened, made more fit for the service of God, and more constant in it. At least, we are kept from falling back, and preserved from many sins and temptations: And surely this should be enough to make us receive this food as often as we can; though we do not presently feel the happy effects of it, as some have done, and we ourselves may when God sees best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. But suppose a man has often been at the sacrament, and yet received no benefit. Was it not his own fault? Either he was not rightly prepared, willing to obey all the commands and to receive all the promises of God, or he did not receive it aright, trusting in God. Only see that you are duly prepared for it, and the oftener you come to the Lord's table, the greater benefit you will find there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-7598623843624738689?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7598623843624738689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=7598623843624738689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7598623843624738689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/7598623843624738689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-17-1736-duty-of-constant.html' title='March 17, 1736 - The Duty Of Constant Communion'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-4280261125024371924</id><published>2009-03-17T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:16:00.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 17, 1736</title><content type='html'>Wed., March 17th. I found an opportunity to tell M.W. the reason why I had not talked to her lately which  was, my despair of doing her any good. She acknowledged herself entirely changed, but could never tell me the cause. I immediately guessed it, and mentioned my conjecture. She confessed the truth of it. My soul was filled with pity; and I prayed God the sin of others might not ruin her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-4280261125024371924?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4280261125024371924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=4280261125024371924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4280261125024371924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/4280261125024371924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-17-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 17, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-694065732937770728</id><published>2009-03-16T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:57:00.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sermons of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>March 16, 1736 - The Duty Of Constant Communion</title><content type='html'>12. Think then what you say, before you say you cannot live up to what is required of constant communicants. This is no more than is required of any communicants; yea, of everyone that has a soul to be saved. So that to say, you cannot live up to this, is neither better nor worse than renouncing Christianity. It is, in effect, renouncing your baptism, wherein you solemnly promised to keep all his commandments. You now fly from that profession. You wilfully break one of his commandments, and, to excuse yourself, say, you cannot keep his commandments: Then you cannot expect to receive the promises, which are made only to those that keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What has been said on this pretence against constant communion, is applicable to those who say the same thing in other words: "We dare not do it, because it requires so perfect an obedience afterwards as we cannot promise to perform." Nay, it requires neither more nor less perfect obedience than you promised in your baptism. You then undertook to keep the commandments of God by his help; and you promise no more when you communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A Second objection which is often made against constant communion, is, the having so much business as will not allow time for such a preparation as is necessary thereto. I answer: All the preparation that is absolutely necessary is contained in those words: "Repent you truly of your sins past; have faith in Christ our Saviour;" (and observe, that word is not here taken in its highest sense;) "amend your lives, and be in charity with all men; so shall ye be meet partakers of these holy mysteries." All who are thus prepared may draw near without fear, and receive the sacrament to their comfort. Now, what business can hinder you from being thus prepared? -- from repenting of your past sins, from believing that Christ died to save sinners, from amending your lives, and being in charity with all men? No business can hinder you from this, unless it be such as hinders you from being in a state of salvation. If you resolve and design to follow Christ, you are fit to approach the Lord's table. If you do not design this, you are only fit for the table and company of devils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-694065732937770728?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/694065732937770728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=694065732937770728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/694065732937770728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/694065732937770728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-16-1736-duty-of-constant.html' title='March 16, 1736 - The Duty Of Constant Communion'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-1992461509498466759</id><published>2009-03-16T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:16:00.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal of Charles Wesley'/><title type='text'>Charles' Journal, March 16, 1736</title><content type='html'>Tues., March 16th. I was wholly spent in writing letters for Mr. Oglethorpe. I would not spend six days more in the same manner for all Georgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-1992461509498466759?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1992461509498466759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=1992461509498466759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1992461509498466759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/1992461509498466759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/charles-journal-march-16-1736.html' title='Charles&apos; Journal, March 16, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758762379223774704.post-8975296242267286207</id><published>2009-03-16T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:54:00.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters of John Wesley'/><title type='text'>A Letter to Count Zinzendorf, March 15, 1736</title><content type='html'>SAVANNAH, March 15, 1736. JOHN WESLEY TO COUNT ZINZENDORF.&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL WELL-BEING IN CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not dare to interrupt your more weighty affairs with a letter of mine, did I not hold you to be a disciple of Him who would not have the smoking flax quenched nor the bruised reed broken. But since I am entirely convinced of this, I beg of you that in your prayers and the prayers of the Church that sojourns with you, I may be commended to God, to be instructed in true poverty of spirit, in gentleness, in faith, and love of God and my neighbor. And, whenever you have a little leisure, do not disdain to offer to God this short prayer, which I have heard frequently offered by your brethren at Savannah (would they were mine also!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dauntless mind&lt;br /&gt;Which, to Jesus joined,&lt;br /&gt;Neither life nor treasure prizes,&lt;br /&gt;And all fleshly lusts despises,&lt;br /&gt;Grant him, Highest Good,&lt;br /&gt;Through Thy precious blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758762379223774704-8975296242267286207?l=johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8975296242267286207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=758762379223774704&amp;postID=8975296242267286207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8975296242267286207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758762379223774704/posts/default/8975296242267286207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwesleysjournal.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-to-count-zinzendorf-march-15.html' title='A Letter to Count Zinzendorf, March 15, 1736'/><author><name>John Wesley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418135634194754417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5616/92622360745089/220/z/64683/gse_multipart12806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
