Friday, 29.--Today I walked all over the famous castle (Colchester), perhaps the most
ancient building in England. A considerable part of it is, without question, fourteen or fifteen
hundred years old. It was mostly built with Roman bricks, each of which is about two inches
thick, seven broad, and thirteen or fourteen long. Seat of ancient kings, British and Roman,
once dreaded far and near! But what are they now? Is not "a living dog better than a dead
lion"? And what is it wherein they prided themselves, as do the present great ones of the
earth?
A little pomp, a little sway,
A sunbeam in a winter's clay,
Is all the great and mighty have Between the cradle and the gravel
1759. Sunday, May 6.—I received much comfort at the old church (Liverpool) in the morning and at St. Thomas's in the afternoon. It was as if both the sermons had been made for me. I pity those who can find no good at church. But how should they if prejudice come between, an effectual bar to the grace of God?
The Journal of John Wesley
A little pomp, a little sway,
A sunbeam in a winter's clay,
Is all the great and mighty have Between the cradle and the gravel
1759. Sunday, May 6.—I received much comfort at the old church (Liverpool) in the morning and at St. Thomas's in the afternoon. It was as if both the sermons had been made for me. I pity those who can find no good at church. But how should they if prejudice come between, an effectual bar to the grace of God?
The Journal of John Wesley
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