re state; but healed, pardoned, your sins washed away in
Christ's blood, actually, here and now."

He heard men and women--notorious evil-livers, some of them--crying
aloud. Ah, the great simplicity of it was beyond him!--and yet not
perhaps beyond him, could he believe the truth, in the bygone years
never questioned by him, that Jesus Christ was very God.

He waited for the last word and strode back to his lonely home with a
mind unconvinced yet wondering at the power he had witnessed, a heart
bursting with love. He sat down to write at once: but tore up many
letters. With Christ, to believe was to be forgiven. If Christ
could not be tender to doubt, how much less would John Wesley be
tender? It was not until Friday that he found courage to dispatch
the following:

Dear Brother,--I saw you at Epworth on Tuesday evening.
Fain would I have spoken to you, but that I am quite at a loss
to know how to address or behave to you.

Your way of thinking is so extraordinary that your presence
creates an awe, as if you were an inhabitant of another world.
God grant you and your followers may always have entire liberty
of conscience. Will you not allow others the same?

Indeed I cannot think as you do, any more than I can help
honouring and loving you. Dear sir, will you credit me?
I retain the highest veneration and affection for you.
The sight of you moves me strangely. My heart overflows with
gratitude; I feel in a higher degree all that tenderness and
yearning of bowels with which I am affected towards every branch
of Mr. Wesley's family. I cannot refrain from tears when I
reflect, This is the man who at Oxford was more than a father to
me; this is he whom I have heard expound, or dispute publicly,
or preach at St. Mary's, with such applause; and--oh, that I
should ever add--whom I have lately heard preach at Epworth, on
his father's tombstone!

I am quite forgot. None of the family ever honour me with a
line. Have I been ungrateful? I have been passionate, fickle, a
fool; but I hope I never shall be ungrateful.

Dear sir, is it in my power to serve or oblige you in any way?
Glad I should be that you would make use of me. God open all
our eyes and lead us into truth wherever it be!
John Whitelamb.

The answer was delivered to him that same eveni