Thursday, September 23, 2010

Make your will before you sleep

Thu 23 Sep 1779: I preached in the afternoon near the Fishponds. The people here had been remarkably dead for many years. But since that saint of God, Bathsheba Hall, with her husband, came among them, a flame is broke out. The people flock together in troops and are athirst for all the promises of God.
In the evening one sat behind me in the pulpit at Bristol who was one of our first masters at Kingswood. A little after he left the school, he likewise left the society. Riches then flowed in upon him; with which, having no relations, Mr. Spencer designed to do much good—after his death. ‘But God said unto him, Thou fool!’ Two hours after, he died intestate and left all his money to—be scrambled for!
Reader! If you have not done it already, make your will before you sleep!