(London)After a few of us had joined in prayer, about four I set out, and rode softly to Snow Hill; where, the saddle slipping quite upon my mare's neck, I fell over her head, and she ran back into Smithfield. Some boys caught her and brought her to me again, cursing and swearing all the way. I spoke plainly to them, and they promised to amend. I was setting forward when a man cried, Sir, you have lost your saddle-cloth. Two or three more would needs help me to put it on; but these, too, swore at almost every word. I turned to one and another and spoke in love. They all took it well and thanked me much. I gave them two or three little books, which they promised to read over carefully.
Before I reached Kensington, I found my mare had lost a shoe. This gave me an opportunity of talking closely, for nearly half an hour, both to the smith and his servant. I mention these little circumstances to show how easy it is to redeem every fragment of time (if I may so speak), when we feel any love to those souls for which Christ died.
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Dear readers - forgive me, I have been bad at maintaining and updating this blog - which is why we are still stuck in August when it is already well into October. However I will endeavour to catch up and keep up in future.
This is a great little entry. Wesley has a lot of trouble with his horses but delights in using every little personal contacat to do "personal work" with individuals. He wasn't just a big event speaker but looked for every opportunity to hold out hope to others even at great personal cost.
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