Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Drunk and Muddled

Tue 3 Nov 1767: I rode to Rye and preached in the evening. A poor prodigal, who was cut to the heart the first time I was there, was one of the audience, but exceeding drunk. He dined with us the next day but was still so muddled that I could make no impression on him. He was almost persuaded to be a Christian! but, I doubt, is now farther off than ever. In the evening, I dealt once more exceeding plain with him and his fellow-sinners. If they now perish in their iniquity, their blood is on their own head.

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