Thursday, April 11 (Bolton).—The barber who shaved me said, “Sir, I praise God on
your behalf. When you were at Bolton last, I was one of the most eminent drunkards in all
the town; but I came to listen at the window, and God struck me to the heart. I then earnestly
prayed for power against drinking; and God gave me more than I asked: He took away the
very desire of it. Yet I felt myself worse and worse, till on April 5 last, I could hold out no
longer. I knew I must drop into hell that moment unless God appeared to save me: and He
did appear. I knew He loved me and felt sweet peace. Yet I did not dare to say I had faith,
till, yesterday was twelvemonth, God gave me faith; and His love has ever since filled my
heart.”
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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