Journal Entry. Thirty First of August, Twenty Twenty Sixth. Morning. Second hour. I have at length mustered courage enough to begin writing in my notebook; and now that the first chapter of the book of Genesis is committed unto the page, there is no going back. The undertaking before me is no small one. I suppose it may require the better part of two years to accomplish, should the Lord lend me such time; and even this consideration made me somewhat fearful of beginning. For near two weeks I had been preparing myself for it, trying one manner of handwriting and then another, considering carefully how much space each would require, yet unwilling to purchase economy at the expense of plainness. I desired a hand small enough that much might be contained upon the page, but sufficiently clear that what is now written may still be comfortably read in years to come. But preparation must at length give way to doing. The empty page cannot forever remain empty. How far the Lord shall permit my...

..he shall write him a copy of this law in a book out of that which is before the priests the Levites: And it shall be with him, and he shall read therein all the days of his life: that he may learn to fear the LORD his God, to keep all the words of this law and these statutes, to do them: That his heart be not lifted up above his brethren, and that he turn not aside from the commandment, to the right hand, or to the left: to the end that he may prolong his days.. Deuteronomy 17:18-20  I have been much persuaded that this may prove a sweet and profitable exercise for my dear wife and me, namely, to begin scribing the Holy Scriptures with our own hands, copying them word for word. My heart is much drawn unto the undertaking; for whilst the eye reads, the tongue utters, and the hand writes down each sacred word, the mind is constrained to dwell and remain where otherwise it might too quickly pass along.  This is indeed no new practice; yet methinks there is so...

The dead may teach thee many things concerning the life you have now; yet of life thou canst teach the dead nothing. Their silence instructeth thee, but thy voice can no longer reach them. There are the dead who cannot answer, and there are the dead who will not answer. There are those who know not that they are dead, and those who care little whether they be so. The very words, the dead , have something in them at once dreadful and instructive; and the more I consider them, the more solemn doth the distinction appear. Death came not merely by the doing of the deed, but by rebellion against God; not first from the hand that took, but from the heart that coveted. Neither is death to be understood merely as the ceasing of breath. Man died when he was separated from God, the fountain of his life. To be lost is to have wandered from the way; and to love a lie is already to have turned the heart against the truth. I am the Way I am the Truth I am the Life. John 14:6 For whilst t...

Journal Entry. 19th of August, 2026. Early morning. 3:12 AM Obedience is a great enigma to me. The concept of one creature's will bowing before the will of another. The will remains free in its exercise, and yet yields itself to another will proceeding from without. It hears, considers, and then either bows, resists, or seeketh some other master whose commands are more agreeable to the flesh. Yet herein is something which deeply exercises me: in refusing to obey God, the will still obeys. Only that it obeys another master. In every determination of life we obey either ourselves, our fellow-creatures, or God. That which we are ready to call independence is often nothing more than obedience unto our own inclinations; and that which passes among men for worldly wisdom may be but a secret subjection to affirmation of pride, the desire for the praise of men, or or the fear of their judgment. Poor man boasts that he will bow to none, whilst all the while he is bending low before hi...

S he appeared at first very reserved, and seemed unwilling to hold any discourse with me, attending quietly to her poor little stock of biscuits, sweetmeats, and cigarettes. I offered her a tract, directing her eye to the cross upon it; but she received it coldly, and presently laid it aside. Whether she could read I knew not. Her countenance, however, bore the marks of many a weary year, and her hands seemed no less acquainted with hardship. My heart was much drawn toward the poor woman, and I yearned the Lord to furnish me with some occasion of speaking to her; for I perceived that to press myself upon her would profit little.  At length I bought a biscuit from her, if only that some intercourse might begin between us. Whilst opening it, a poor child came begging; whereupon I took but a small piece for myself and gave the remainder unto her. This little circumstance seemed to make the way somewhat easier. I inquired again concerning the things she sold, and by degrees she beg...

F or three weeks, the southwest monsoon brought with it heavy rains, depriving us of three days of our weekly street meetings. It hath now been two weeks since the last public pleading; and had not my equipment failed me after getting drenched, I would gladly have continued even through those wet and troublesome days. But my gout also returned with greater pain, disabling me for a full week and some days besides. Thus, determined not to remain idle, I devoted myself to writing, finishing my appointed readings, and study. These were profitable employments, and I was thankful for them; yet the long inactivity from the public work brought my spirit very low. To be kept from that labor wherein my heart longs to spend itself is a peculiar trial of its own. Today was the first day of sunshine, and I knew not where to go. And so I began where I have learned always to begin—before the Lord in prayer. I did not feel inclined to go. I did not desire it. I would rather have rested. But ...

Thank you to those who prayed for this trip. This is a short video of our journey into a village we’ve never been to before. The Lord answered many prayers. Many doors were opened. We had one scheduled house visit with someone we previously met in our town, but God opened so many doors beyond that. I can’t count off the top of my head how many people we were able to speak to about the gospel. Many tracts were taken, several people asked for bibles, plus a few had us in their homes. Needless to say, going into villages and preaching the gospel in the open-air draws a lot of attention. Without the noise of the city, the sound carries throughout villages and can be heard by many. As opposed to “friendship evangelism”, which is no evangelism at all and is unbiblical, public outdoor preaching immediately leads to gospel conversations that otherwise would not happen. This is from a trip to a new village. We were able to reach what seemed like the whole village, walking 10 km throug...

There was a woman who, for a time, attended many of our street meetings. Then, under one particular message, the Lord was pleased to awaken her conscience concerning a sin she had long concealed. With much grief she confessed that, for eight years since she was in college, she had lived secretly with a man to whom she was not married. For years she had sought to quiet the accusations of conscience for the sake of the flesh, covering what she knew to be wrong beneath an outward profession of religion. Long hath she professed faith in Christ, whilst the man did not; yet he provided abundantly for her needs, and by these comforts persuaded her to remain. Thus what conscience condemned, convenience continually supplied with reasons to continue in sin. But when the Lord broke through those excuses, she could no longer remain as she was. She confessed of her deception to her parents, which straightway forgave her, and immediately severed the relationship, and forsook that which for eight g...

M oreover, another man, much more gifted than either of these, was raised up of the Lord at this time, This was Rowland Hill. 23 August 1744 – 11 April 1833 During his days as an undergraduate at Cambridge University, Hill maintained a strong testimony for the Lord and gave leadership to a company of students in their Christian activities. These efforts brought the severe opposition of his father, Sir Rowland Hill, and led to the threat of expulsion by the University officials. But he remained firm in his stand and was encouraged by Lady Huntingdon and Whitefield. The latter wrote to him several times, the following letter written Dec. 27, 1766, being typical: I would not have you give way, no, not for a moment. ...Visiting the sick and imprisoned, and instructing the ignorant, are the very vitals of true and undefiled religion. If threatened, denied degree, or expelled for this, it will be the best degree you can take-a glorious preparative for...future usefulness. I have seen th...

W hitefield's other new helper was an army officer, Captain Scott. After receiving 'a polite education' Scott entered the army. He commanded a regiment of Dragoons in Europe during the Seven Years' War and was much affected by the carnage he witnessed.  Upon returning to England, while on a hunting party, he took refuge from a storm in a farmer's cottage and from its occupants he heard the Gospel for the first time. Then at the invitation of the farmer he went to the near-by village church to hear Romaine  preach and God made the message efficacious to the saving of his soul.  The Captain's new life was immediately manifest. He witnessed to his soldiers and before long, at the earnest request of a number of Christians, began to preach. This work was blessed of God and in 1766 John Fletcher said of him:  ... a bold soldier of Jesus Christ... . for some weeks he hath preached publicly at Leicester in the Methodist meeting-house, in his regimentals, to numerous c...

Perhaps it was not to be expected that there would be a constant supply of men who would perform the itinerant ministry and confront the mob and defy dangers as the Wesleys, Harris, Cennick, Humphreys, Adams, Whitefield and others had done. Nevertheless, new men were steadily being raised up of the Lord. Among the godly men who arose within the Evangelical Party in the Church of England there may be mentioned John Newton, the converted slave trader, Walter Shirley, a relative of lady Huntingdon, and Augustus Toplady, a scholar and poet. But these men did no itinerate and chose rather to devote themselves to devout and vigorous labours within their own parishes—labours that were rich in spiritual power and much bless of the Lord. O ne was a former sea-captain, Torial Joss (1731-1797) . Joss's youth had been spent in much suffering - first as a sailor, then at the hands of the press-gang, and finally as a French prisoner of war. His first knowledge of the Gospel came by overhearin...

W e notice also an event indicative of the prominence Whitefield had among the Church Evangelicals. Lord Dartmouth, a highly influential layman, frequently invited Evangelical clergyman to preach at the chapel in his country home near Cheltenham. He also endeavoured to have them, while in the area, preach in the parish church. At times the Rector allowed the use of his church but more often he refused it. Then, in November I757,  ... Madan came to Cheltenham, and was soon after joined by Venn and by Maddock ... Contrary to the expectations of Lord Dartmouth. both Madan and Venn were several times admitted to the parish pulpit. Then came Whitefield, and an immense crowd collected, expecting that he also would preach in the church. Attended by Lord and Lady Dart mouth... the renowned preacher proceeded to the church door. They found it closed against them.      Whitefield, never at loss for pulpits, mounted a neighbouring tomb stone, and preached. The Rev Henry Venn....

Lolomboy I slept but little, and was awakened much earlier than was needful. Yet the conviction to go forth this day rested so strongly upon my mind that I could not put it aside. Having asked my dear wife, who was still unwell, whether she could manage the day in my absence, and receiving her consent, I resolved to set out for that place which had long remained impressed upon my thoughts— Lolomboy Market . We had stood there twice before. 2020 and 2023 . Yet I cannot say that I chose this location today; rather, I felt myself compelled to it. My body was very tired, and I felt I would vomit any moment. The rain had continued throughout the greater part of the week, and by every consideration this was no suitable day to stand in public. Had I my way, I should gladly have remained at home. Such are seasons when conviction speaketh more loudly than comfort. Reluctance in the flesh, I have learned, comes with obeying Christ in the spirit. I knew I must go. Hitherto my custom had be...

I judged it a matter of practical wisdom to preserve my own handwriting as a TrueType font, that it might one day be left unto my children as a small remembrance of their father. It is nowhere near impressive as my father's, it simply says I was here. In this I have often reflected with regret that I paid so little attention to my own father's beautiful handwriting whilst it was still before me. Even as a child I delighted to look upon it. There was a peculiar grace in its long sweeping strokes, its flowing tails, its broken spaces, and its stately capital letters. I once asked him why he did not write as other men did. With a smile he answered, "I write as though I were conducting an orchestra." He was a musician. I understand his meaning now. In every stroke there was a measured movement, every line yielding to the next with something of rhythm and harmony, as though the pen itself obeyed an unseen cadence. I remember how it would flow, then suddenly pause, g...

Journal Entry. 3rd of August, 2026. 3:14 Early Morning. A s my life draweth nearer its close, and the end appears more real than it did in the days of my strength, I find that every part of my life is being quietly altered. My prayers have passed from the continual presentation of my needs unto seasons of stillness, speechless wonder, and holy awe before the God of heaven and earth. The early hours of the morning have become at once the sweetest seasons of communion and the sharpest hours of spiritual conflict. There are few duties against which Satan directs himself with greater malice than prayer. He knoweth well that, when a believer is brought low before God, heaven is pleased to accomplish what all the powers of earth and hell cannot withstand. It is no wonder, then, that he labours with such unwearied diligence to distract, discourage, and weary the soul before it hath well begun to pray. The flesh would have me turn mine eyes unto anything rather than the Word of God, and fill m...