A History Of The Rise Of Methodism In America - Media Sabda Org

A History Of The Rise Of Methodism In America - Media Sabda Org A History Of The Rise Of Methodism In America - Media Sabda Org

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was going to die. She went to the door to call some near neighbors, but could not speak. She then went to prayer again, and fell to the floor as one dead; when she came to, she knew God had sanctified her soul. This caused others to seek the same blessing. The next preaching day a number fell to the floor. "One man attempted to run off, but God laid him down at the door." A woman made the same attempt, and fell back into the house as she was going out of the door. In class several were on the floor: some found peace, and others professed sanctification. One very wicked woman was arrested by the power of God, and scrambled out of the door, and laid hold of a cheese press to keep herself from falling. She set off for home; and concluded it was only a fright from seeing others agitated; but the Spirit of God arrested her again on her way home. When she reached her house, she threw herself on the bed, and lost her usual command of herself; and shook until the bed trembled beneath her. The alarmed neighbors gathered around her; she lay shaking the bed; and then exhorted the people not to live as she had lived she admonished them for an hour; and many wept, while terror was depicted on the countenance of every sinner present. She continued two days and nights in this strange way before she was able to get out of bed. In the evening of the third day she came to the house of Mr. Abbott, and in family prayer the Lord set her soul at liberty; and she returned home rejoicing in God -- joined society, and continued faithful for about six months. Then, her husband had a church trial which went against him. She took umbrage at it, and came no more to meeting. She soon returned to her old practices, and was worse than ever for cursing, swearing, and blaspheming. About eighteen months after she sickened and died. In her sickness she sent for Mr. Abbott, who exhorted her to try to turn to God. But she could not see how God could have mercy on one that had sinned against light, as she had done. She exhorted the backsliders that were around her to turn to God before it was too late; Mr. Abbott endeavored to pray with her, but it seemed as if his mouth was stopped; and he had no access to the throne of grace. He exhorted her to try to pray. She replied, "I have no heart nor power to pray." After advising her to beg God to give her a heart to pray, he left her and returned home. Her son came after me saying with tears, "O, do go, for she frightens us so that we are afraid to stay in the house." Again Mr. Abbott could not go, he sent his daughter Rebecca. She found several of the neighbors there; and the sick woman pointing with her hand and saying to the bystanders, "Do not you see the devils there ready to seize my soul and drag it to hell?" Some of them said there are no devils here, she is without her senses; but she replied, "I have my senses as well as ever I had in my life." She then cried out, "I am in hell, I am in hell!" Some of them said, "You are not in hell, you are out of your senses." She replied, "I am not out of my senses; but I feel as much of the torments of the damned as a mortal can feel in the body!" "Her flesh rotted from her bones; and fell from one of her sides, so that her entrails might be seen. In this awful state she left the world." In all the region of country round about Salem, in New Jersey, it appears that Methodism was introduced through the preaching of Mr. Abbott: he established it in Mannington between 1777 and 1780; he moved into Lower Penn's Neck about the beginning of 1781, and planted Methodism there. This same year he established preaching at Benjamin Wetherby's at Quinten's Bridge, near Salem. Here he raised a class this year, or in 1782. Henry Firth and John McClaskey, his brother-in-law, were chief men in this society. Mr. Wetherby became a zealous laborer in the cause of Methodism, and afterward fell away. It seems that he was the person that Mr. Abbott performed one of his last acts of duty to at the burial of Sister Paul, in Salem, in 1796, by "Particularly exhorting him to call to mind the happy hours they had spent together in days when they rejoiced as fellow laborers in the

cause of Christ -- how much Mr. W. had done for the cause of God -- warning him in the most solemn manner of his danger until tears flowed." Mr. W. was much offended at this personal address so publicly made; but the Lord made it a nail in a sure place; and in the first love feast held in Salem after Mr. Abbott's death, "Mr. W. declared that God had made Father Abbott an instrument in his restoration to the favor of God." See Abbott's Life, pp. 270-71. About this time Methodism was working its way into the town of Salem. What year the first class was formed in this town we are unable to say. In 1783, a few of the scattered Methodists attempted to build a house of worship, but found themselves too weak to accomplish it. They applied to some of the Friends for; assistance, who subscribed liberally. The matter was talked over in the Friends' quarterly meeting, where the objection, "That the Methodists spoke for hire" was raised; but it was answered "no, they speak only for a passing support;" so there was consent given that Friends who were free to do it might give. His was about the fourth Methodist chapel founded in New Jersey: following Bethel, New Mills, and Trenton. The following account of one of Mr. Abbott's first sermons in this town we had from certain old Methodists of Salem. He came into town one cold day with his great-coat bound to his body with a piece of cart rope, driving his ox team with a load of wood. Some of the lawyers and courtly gentlemen, wishing to have some amusement, concluded to solicit a sermon from this preacher of rough apparel without giving him an opportunity of having access to his wardrobe to change his vestments. One of their number was deputed to wait upon him and engage his service, which was not much expected or desired by them. He told the messenger that if a place was prepared, as soon as he disposed of his wood he would preach to them. Having gone thus far, these gentry could not consistently abandon their scheme of pleasure. An upper room in the court house was fixed upon as the place for the sermon, and a Bible was placed upon the business table of the room; as many of their class as were prepared for a season of diversion seated themselves in the room. At the appointed hour Mr. Abbott was there; and drawing the table before the only door of the room took his stand outside, having them well secured within. They were soon taught that his rough apparel and appearance were a true type of his peeling words: he made the thunder of Sinai fall upon them like the hammers of heaven. What they heard that day concerning lawyers trying "to make the worse appear the better reason," and the damnation of hell, was an effectual caution to them, never to tamper with him any more. The early Methodists of Salem had a good deal of opposition and persecution. After they erected their first little chapel, they were frequently disturbed by mobs, when met for worship; but, on making application to the magistrates they obtained relief, and the rioters had to pursue another course to avoid the penalty of the law. To gratify their morbid souls, they met together to turn experimental religion into a farce. In burlesquing religion they acted band meetings, class meetings, and love feasts; and thus entertained the profane company. One night, while they were performing one of their mock meetings, a young actress stood up on one of the benches to speak her feigned experience; after she had said much to excite the mirth of the audience, she began to beat her breast, exclaiming, "Glory to God, I have found peace; I am sanctified; I am now fit to die." No sooner had this wretched girl uttered these words, than she dropped from the bench on the floor, and was taken up a lifeless corpse. Struck with consternation, the farce ended, and the company broke up. Some of them put the body of the dead girl on a barrow, and wheeled it to the door of her sister, who was

cause of Christ -- how much Mr. W. had done for the cause of God -- warning him in the most<br />

solemn manner of his danger until tears flowed." Mr. W. was much offended at this personal address<br />

so publicly made; but the Lord made it a nail in a sure place; and in the first love feast held in Salem<br />

after Mr. Abbott's death, "Mr. W. declared that God had made Father Abbott an instrument in his<br />

restoration to the favor of God." See Abbott's Life, pp. 270-71.<br />

About this time <strong>Methodism</strong> was working its way into the town of Salem. What year the first class<br />

was formed in this town we are unable to say. <strong>In</strong> 1783, a few of the scattered Methodists attempted<br />

to build a house of worship, but found themselves too weak to accomplish it. <strong>The</strong>y applied to some<br />

of the Friends for; assistance, who subscribed liberally. <strong>The</strong> matter was talked over in the Friends'<br />

quarterly meeting, where the objection, "That the Methodists spoke for hire" was raised; but it was<br />

answered "no, they speak only for a passing support;" so there was consent given that Friends who<br />

were free to do it might give. His was about the fourth Methodist chapel founded in New Jersey:<br />

following Bethel, New Mills, and Trenton.<br />

<strong>The</strong> following account of one of Mr. Abbott's first sermons in this town we had from certain old<br />

Methodists of Salem. He came into town one cold day with his great-coat bound to his body with<br />

a piece of cart rope, driving his ox team with a load of wood. Some of the lawyers and courtly<br />

gentlemen, wishing to have some amusement, concluded to solicit a sermon from this preacher of<br />

rough apparel without giving him an opportunity of having access to his wardrobe to change his<br />

vestments. One of their number was deputed to wait upon him and engage his service, which was<br />

not much expected or desired by them. He told the messenger that if a place was prepared, as soon<br />

as he disposed of his wood he would preach to them. Having gone thus far, these gentry could not<br />

consistently abandon their scheme of pleasure. An upper room in the court house was fixed upon as<br />

the place for the sermon, and a Bible was placed upon the business table of the room; as many of<br />

their class as were prepared for a season of diversion seated themselves in the room. At the appointed<br />

hour Mr. Abbott was there; and drawing the table before the only door of the room took his stand<br />

outside, having them well secured within. <strong>The</strong>y were soon taught that his rough apparel and<br />

appearance were a true type of his peeling words: he made the thunder of Sinai fall upon them like<br />

the hammers of heaven. What they heard that day concerning lawyers trying "to make the worse<br />

appear the better reason," and the damnation of hell, was an effectual caution to them, never to<br />

tamper with him any more.<br />

<strong>The</strong> early Methodists of Salem had a good deal of opposition and persecution. After they erected<br />

their first little chapel, they were frequently disturbed by mobs, when met for worship; but, on<br />

making application to the magistrates they obtained relief, and the rioters had to pursue another<br />

course to avoid the penalty of the law. To gratify their morbid souls, they met together to turn<br />

experimental religion into a farce. <strong>In</strong> burlesquing religion they acted band meetings, class meetings,<br />

and love feasts; and thus entertained the profane company. One night, while they were performing<br />

one of their mock meetings, a young actress stood up on one of the benches to speak her feigned<br />

experience; after she had said much to excite the mirth of the audience, she began to beat her breast,<br />

exclaiming, "Glory to God, I have found peace; I am sanctified; I am now fit to die." No sooner had<br />

this wretched girl uttered these words, than she dropped from the bench on the floor, and was taken<br />

up a lifeless corpse. Struck with consternation, the farce ended, and the company broke up. Some<br />

of them put the body of the dead girl on a barrow, and wheeled it to the door of her sister, who was

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