Friday, November 27, 2009
I would no more starve men into the church than burn them into it.
Fri 27 Nov 1747: Poor Mr. Simpson spent an hour with me, distressed on every side: drawn up to London by fair and specious promises, and then left to perish unless he would promise never more to preach out of a church. Alas! What a method of conversion is this? I love the Church too. But I would no more starve men into the church than burn them into it.