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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usiness; but, his reply was, "Father, let us trust God with all our concerns; for none ever trusted the Lord and were confounded." Instead of losing, their business increased more and more. He had a relation -- Alice Shadford, of whom Mr. Wesley says: "She was long a mother in Israel, a burning and a shining light, an unexceptionable instance of perfect love." She lived a single life, and after serving God for more than fifty years, went to paradise in her ninety-sixth year. This good woman prayed earnestly for twenty years for the conversion of George Shadford; nor did she pray in vain. In the answer of this prayer of hers, a Christian of no ordinary degree was added to the flock of Christ, and a Gospel minister was raised up, who turned thousands of sinners to the Saviour; for, of the eight preachers that Mr. Wesley sent to America, none was as successful in winning souls as was Mr. Shadford. He went to see a married sister of his, who lived near Epworth, for the purpose of influencing her to become a Christian. When he first began to talk to her, she thought he was out of his mind; but concluded that her brother could not intend to deceive her, and she gave heed to his account of religion. She related a remarkable dream that she had some time before, in which she was warned to lay aside the vain practice of card playing, of which she was fond. It was not long before she was rejoicing in a Saviour's love. She was a woman of strong faith, believing that all her children would be saved; and it was according to her faith; for as they grew up they embraced religion, joined the Methodists, and some of them reached paradise before the mother. Mr. Shadford was now laboring extensively and usefully as a local preacher. On one occasion, as he was returning home from Yorkshire, it was impressed upon his mind that his father was sick or dying. Before he reached home, a friend informed him that his father was supposed to be near death. When Mr. S. came in, the father said, "Son; I am glad to see thee; but I am going to leave thee; I am going to God; I am going to heaven." Mr. S. inquired, "Father, are you sure of it?" "Yes," said he, "I am sure of it. The Lord has pardoned all my sins, and given me that perfect love that casts out all fear. I feel heaven within me, and this heaven below must surely lead to heaven above." After he had labored a few years as a local preacher, he was received by Mr. Wesley at the Bristol Conference, in 1768, as a traveling preacher. Having been useful in this sphere in Cornwall, Kent, and Norwich circuits, he met Captain Webb at the Leeds Conference in 1772, who was warmly exhorting the preachers to go to America. His spirit was stirred within him, and he gave his consent to go the following spring. When the time arrived, Mr. Wesley wrote to him in the following laconic style: "The time has come for you to embark for America. I let you loose, George, on this great continent; publish your mission in the open face of the sun, and do all the good you can." Those who following through the following five years of his arduous and successful labors in America, will comprehend the idea that was in Mr. Wesley's mind, when he talked of turning this fiery missionary loose on this great continent. When Mr. Shadford arrived at Peel, where the ship lay in which he was to embark, a very remarkable dream, which he dreamed six years before, came very forcefully to his mind. It was as follows: "In my sleep I thought I received a letter from God, which read as follows -- 'You must go to preach the gospel in a foreign land, unto a fallen people, a mixture of nations.' I thought I was conveyed to the place where the ship lay, in which I was to embark, in an instant. The wharf and ship

appeared to be as plain to me as if I were awake. I replied, Lord, I am willing to go in thy name; but I am afraid a people of different nations and languages will not understand me. The answer to this was -- 'Fear not, for I am with thee.' I awoke awfully impressed with the presence of God, and full of divine love, and a relish of it remained upon my spirit for many days. When I came to Peel and saw the ship and wharf, I said to Brother Rankin, 'This is the ship, the place, and the wharf which I saw in my dream six years ago.' This confirmed me that my way was of God." On Good Friday he left his native land; and as he crossed the Atlantic often sung -- And after he landed in America, he could sing -- "The watery deep I pass, With Jesus in my view." "And through the howling wilderness My way pursue." Having met a hospitable and loving people in Philadelphia, on his landing, he next went to Trenton and spent a month in the Jerseys -- adding thirty-five to the societies -- a good beginning, and an earnest of his success in the future. He is the first Methodist preacher that mentions Mount Holly, and seems to have been the first that preached in it. While in Jersey, a friend took him one day to see a hermit in the woods. "After some difficulty we found his hermitage, which was a little place like a hog-sty, built of several pieces of wood, covered with bark; his bed consisted of dry leaves. There was a narrow beaten path, some thirty yards in length, by the side of it, where he walked to meditate. If any one offered him food, he would take it; but if money was offered him, he would be very angry. When anything was said to him which he did not like, he would break out in a great passion. He had lived in this cell seven cold winters; and after all his prayers, counting his beads (which indicates the church that he adhered to), and separating himself from mankind, still corrupt nature was alive, and strong in him." [5] In 1773, Mr. Benjamin Abbott commenced his eventful ministry, being, as he tells us, "Fully convinced from the very hour that he found peace with God, that a dispensation of the gospel was committed to him." He was, without doubt, a preacher of the Lord's making -- man had little, if anything, to do with it. It does not appear that any preacher wrote a license for him; but, being moved by the Holy Ghost, he began to warn his fellow creatures of their danger, and the fruit that followed in the "Epistles written with the Spirit of the living God, known and read of all men," was his certificate that the Lord of the vineyard had called him to work in it, and he was recognized by his fellow laborers. In the beginning of Methodism, there were many preachers made in this summary way. Among those who are called to preach the gospel, there are few who unite the ornate and the powerfully impressive style. Mr. Whitefield belonged to this class. There is another class who speak with much eloquence, but are not very impressive. A third class have no claim to the ornate style, but are, nevertheless, very powerfully impressive; to this class Mr. Abbott belonged, if he did not

appeared to be as plain to me as if I were awake. I replied, Lord, I am willing to go in thy name; but<br />

I am afraid a people of different nations and languages will not understand me. <strong>The</strong> answer to this<br />

was -- 'Fear not, for I am with thee.' I awoke awfully impressed with the presence of God, and full<br />

of divine love, and a relish of it remained upon my spirit for many days. When I came to Peel and<br />

saw the ship and wharf, I said to Brother Rankin, 'This is the ship, the place, and the wharf which<br />

I saw in my dream six years ago.' This confirmed me that my way was of God." On Good Friday he<br />

left his native land; and as he crossed the Atlantic often sung --<br />

And after he landed in <strong>America</strong>, he could sing --<br />

"<strong>The</strong> watery deep I pass,<br />

With Jesus in my view."<br />

"And through the howling wilderness<br />

My way pursue."<br />

Having met a hospitable and loving people in Philadelphia, on his landing, he next went to<br />

Trenton and spent a month in the Jerseys -- adding thirty-five to the societies -- a good beginning,<br />

and an earnest of his success in the future. He is the first Methodist preacher that mentions Mount<br />

Holly, and seems to have been the first that preached in it. While in Jersey, a friend took him one day<br />

to see a hermit in the woods.<br />

"After some difficulty we found his hermitage, which was a little place like a hog-sty, built of<br />

several pieces of wood, covered with bark; his bed consisted of dry leaves. <strong>The</strong>re was a narrow<br />

beaten path, some thirty yards in length, by the side of it, where he walked to meditate. If any one<br />

offered him food, he would take it; but if money was offered him, he would be very angry. When<br />

anything was said to him which he did not like, he would break out in a great passion. He had lived<br />

in this cell seven cold winters; and after all his prayers, counting his beads (which indicates the<br />

church that he adhered to), and separating himself from mankind, still corrupt nature was alive, and<br />

strong in him." [5]<br />

<strong>In</strong> 1773, Mr. Benjamin Abbott commenced his eventful ministry, being, as he tells us, "Fully<br />

convinced from the very hour that he found peace with God, that a dispensation of the gospel was<br />

committed to him." He was, without doubt, a preacher of the Lord's making -- man had little, if<br />

anything, to do with it. It does not appear that any preacher wrote a license for him; but, being moved<br />

by the Holy Ghost, he began to warn his fellow creatures of their danger, and the fruit that followed<br />

in the "Epistles written with the Spirit of the living God, known and read of all men," was his<br />

certificate that the Lord of the vineyard had called him to work in it, and he was recognized by his<br />

fellow laborers. <strong>In</strong> the beginning of <strong>Methodism</strong>, there were many preachers made in this summary<br />

way.<br />

Among those who are called to preach the gospel, there are few who unite the ornate and the<br />

powerfully impressive style. Mr. Whitefield belonged to this class. <strong>The</strong>re is another class who speak<br />

with much eloquence, but are not very impressive. A third class have no claim to the ornate style,<br />

but are, nevertheless, very powerfully impressive; to this class Mr. Abbott belonged, if he did not

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