Thursday, September 1, 2011
An earnest, stupid attention in the hearers
Thursday, September 1, 1748. We had a day of peace. Fri. 2. I preached at Morvah, about eight miles west of St. Ives, on the north sea. My text was, ‘The land of Zabulon and the land of Nephthalim, by the way of the sea. . . . The people which sat in darkness saw great light, and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up.’
I observed an earnest, stupid attention in the hearers, many of whom appeared to have good desires, but I did not find one who was convinced of sin, much less who knew the pardoning love of God.