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History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org

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indescribable. At one time I saw at least five hundred swept down in a moment, as if a battery <strong>of</strong> a<br />

thousand guns had been opened upon <strong>the</strong>m. My hair rose up on my head, my whole frame trembled,<br />

<strong>the</strong> blood ran cold in my veins, and I fled to <strong>the</strong> woods a second time, and wished that I had stayed<br />

at home." He went to a neighboring tavern, where, amid a throng <strong>of</strong> drinking and fighting<br />

backwoodsmen, he swallowed a dram <strong>of</strong> brandy, but afterward felt worse than before; "as near hell,"<br />

he says, "as I could wish to be, in ei<strong>the</strong>r this world or that to come." Drawn irresistibly back to <strong>the</strong><br />

meeting, he gazed again, appalled, upon its scenes. That night he slept in a barn, a most wretched<br />

man. The next day he hastily left for his home with one <strong>of</strong> his companions. They were both too<br />

absorbed in <strong>the</strong>ir reflections to converse as <strong>the</strong>y journeyed; but, says Finley, "When we arrived at <strong>the</strong><br />

Blue Lick Knobs I broke <strong>the</strong> silence which reigned between us, and said, 'Captain, if you and I don't<br />

stop our wickedness <strong>the</strong> devil will get us both.'" Tears gushed freely from <strong>the</strong> eyes <strong>of</strong> both. The next<br />

night was spent without slumber at a place called May's Lick. "As soon as day broke," adds Finley,<br />

"I went to <strong>the</strong> woods to pray, and no sooner had my knees touched <strong>the</strong> ground than I cried aloud for<br />

mercy and salvation, and fell prostrate. My cries were so loud that <strong>the</strong>y attracted <strong>the</strong> attention <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

neighbors, many <strong>of</strong> whom ga<strong>the</strong>red around me. Among <strong>the</strong> number was a German from Switzerland,<br />

who had experienced religion. He, under standing fully my condition, had me carried to his house<br />

and laid on a bed. The old Dutch saint directed me to look right away to <strong>the</strong> Saviour. He <strong>the</strong>n kneeled<br />

by my bedside and prayed for me most fervently in Dutch and broken English. He rose and sang in<br />

<strong>the</strong> same manner, and continued singing and praying alternately till nine o'clock, when suddenly my<br />

load was gone, my guilt removed, and presently <strong>the</strong> direct witness from heaven shone fully upon my<br />

heart. Then <strong>the</strong>re flowed such copious streams <strong>of</strong> love into <strong>the</strong> hi<strong>the</strong>rto waste and desolate places <strong>of</strong><br />

my soul, that I thought I should die with excess <strong>of</strong> joy. So strangely did I appear to all but <strong>the</strong> Dutch<br />

bro<strong>the</strong>r that <strong>the</strong>y thought me deranged.. After a time I returned to my companion, and we started on<br />

our journey. O what a day it was to my soul!"<br />

For seven years no Methodist itinerant reached his remote home in <strong>the</strong> Northwestern Territory,<br />

and he lost <strong>the</strong>se powerful influences; but in 1808 he went, with his wife, some miles to a Methodist<br />

class-meeting, and soon after both joined <strong>the</strong> <strong>Church</strong>. In 1809 John Sale called him out to travel <strong>the</strong><br />

Sciota Circuit. He was received, <strong>the</strong> same year, into <strong>the</strong> Conference, and continued to travel circuits<br />

till he was sent, in 1816, to supply <strong>the</strong> place <strong>of</strong> Young in Western Pennsylvania. From one end <strong>of</strong><br />

his great field to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r his trumpet was now continually sounding, awakening <strong>the</strong> most hidden<br />

settlements. His privations and labors were excessive, but could not daunt him. "I suffered much,"<br />

he writes, "with cold, which I had contracted by exposure to <strong>the</strong> chilling blasts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> nor<strong>the</strong>rn lakes.<br />

Our meetings were all attended with <strong>the</strong> presence and power <strong>of</strong> God, and <strong>the</strong> preachers were all in<br />

<strong>the</strong> spirit <strong>of</strong> revivals. At North East we had a most glorious time both among saints and sinners. The<br />

snow was about two feet deep, and continued for a long time, affording great facilities for sleighing,<br />

which were improved. Vast numbers came to church, and many were converted. At this place I<br />

visited <strong>the</strong> grave <strong>of</strong> Thomas Branch ... My feelings were <strong>of</strong> a peculiarly solemn character as I stood<br />

by that lone grave <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> stranger minister in a strange land." His example inspired his preachers to<br />

labor and suffer. "Great," he says, "were <strong>the</strong> toils and hardships <strong>the</strong>y were called to endure. The<br />

winter was extremely severe, <strong>the</strong> cold being almost beyond endurance, yet <strong>the</strong> Lord crowned <strong>the</strong><br />

labor and sufferings <strong>of</strong> his ministers with success. The country was but sparsely settled, <strong>the</strong> rides<br />

were long, and roads rough, <strong>the</strong> fare hard, and provisions scarce; but in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> all <strong>the</strong> Lord was<br />

with <strong>the</strong>m. To preach once very day and lead class, (after having traveled from ten to twenty miles,)

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