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SOME EXPERIENCES OF A METHODIST ITINERANT In A Ministry Of Half A Century
SOME EXPERIENCES OF A METHODIST ITINERANT In A Ministry Of Half A Century
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John Edward Risley
I was born in Greensboro, Vermont, March 27, 1802. My parents were both pious before my birth, and lived consistent Christian lives until the termination of their earthly pilgrimage, so that their children had the benefit of their religious teachings and Godly example to guide them in the way to heaven.
In the winter of 1814-15, we moved from Vermont to Hartford, Connecticut In 1819 I was an apprentice boy in Middletown. About this time, while reflecting upon my past conduct, I felt to abhor myself, and wished that I had never been born. I was sensible that I was a sinner, and that if I should die in that state I should be lost forever. But I grieved the Spirit and continued to sin with a high hand.
In April, 1820, Rev. John Newland Maffitt came to Middletown and commenced those labors which resulted in a great revival, and the conversion of many souls. Under his earnest, faithful, and eloquent preaching, I was awakened to a sense of my lost condition as a sinner against God. A short time previous to this I had run to greater lengths in sin than ever: spending Sundays in playing cards and reading novels. I tremble when I look back upon the wicked life I was then living, and think how swiftly I was running the downward road to my ruin for time and eternity, and how near I stood to that fearful precipice over which I should soon have plunged had not God in great mercy arrested my wayward steps. Surely I was a brand plucked from the fire!
I was born in Greensboro, Vermont, March 27, 1802. My parents were both pious before my birth, and lived consistent Christian lives until the termination of their earthly pilgrimage, so that their children had the benefit of their religious teachings and Godly example to guide them in the way to heaven.
In the winter of 1814-15, we moved from Vermont to Hartford, Connecticut In 1819 I was an apprentice boy in Middletown. About this time, while reflecting upon my past conduct, I felt to abhor myself, and wished that I had never been born. I was sensible that I was a sinner, and that if I should die in that state I should be lost forever. But I grieved the Spirit and continued to sin with a high hand.
In April, 1820, Rev. John Newland Maffitt came to Middletown and commenced those labors which resulted in a great revival, and the conversion of many souls. Under his earnest, faithful, and eloquent preaching, I was awakened to a sense of my lost condition as a sinner against God. A short time previous to this I had run to greater lengths in sin than ever: spending Sundays in playing cards and reading novels. I tremble when I look back upon the wicked life I was then living, and think how swiftly I was running the downward road to my ruin for time and eternity, and how near I stood to that fearful precipice over which I should soon have plunged had not God in great mercy arrested my wayward steps. Surely I was a brand plucked from the fire!
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