Saturday, September 19, 2009

Dead as a Stone to all the Things of God

Sat 19 Sept 1747: Mrs. Baddiley desired me to go up to her son, who had been out of order for some days. For one or two years he was a pattern to all the family, till he began to converse more with ‘good sort of men’. He then grew cooler and cooler in the ways of God, and in a few months quitted the society, resolving, he said, to keep to his church, ‘and live a sober life, and that was enough’. That was too much in a little time. He grew tired of his church too, and dropped that and sobriety together. He was now, his mother informed me, dead as a stone to all the things of God. I spake a few words and went to prayer. And God broke his heart. He continued weeping and praying all the day and all the night, and at six in the morning fell asleep.