A Letter To A Sister In Christ – October 17th, 1867
My dear Friend, Mrs. Peake,
I feel thankful to have returned to my own home in peace and safety, and to have been preserved during my absence as well as favoured with a sufficient measure of health and strength to fulfill all my engagements and to preach for fourteen Lord’s-days continuously. I hope also that I may say without presumption that the Lord helped me in soul as well as in body, and enabled me to set forth His truth as I have received it. I was glad to see my old friends, and to speak to them once more in the name of the Lord; and I hope there were those among them who felt the power and savour of the word of truth which I was enabled to bring before them.
No one I believe is more convinced than I am that nothing but the power of God accompanying His word can make it effectual either to kill or make alive, to wound or to heal, to pull down or build up. And from whomsoever’s mouth words of grace and truth drop, whether educated or uneducated, whether learned or unlearned, the power is the same. Some despise learning and some despise the lack of it; but the people of God know what power is when they feel it to accompany the word; and those who know not what that power is are no judges of the matter. It is a day of small things well-near everywhere, and those who have life seem much overborne by darkness and the death that is in their carnal mind.
I had a pleasant and I hope profitable visit to Nottingham. The room was very full, and on the Tuesday evening we had quite a large congregation. Some young clergyman sat close to the pulpit. What he thought of my discourse I can hardly conjecture, but he seemed to listen very attentively. One does not know what good is done on such occasions, or how it may please the Lord to bring His word home with power to some thoughtless sinner’s heart. I never saw Mr. — in better health, and we had some short but very sweet conversation upon the things of God. He is truly a spiritually minded man, and to be made and kept spiritually minded our dear friend W. Tiptaft used to say was one of the greatest blessings which we could have. The Memoir [of William Tiptaft] is nearly sold out, but I hope the second edition which is passing through the press will shortly appear. It seems to have been generally very well received, and the letters highly prized. By them, he being dead, yet speaks; for I hear it often remarked, “How vividly they recall the man.”
My visit to Oakham seems almost like a dream, and you perhaps feel the same. It came and went; but I hope, unlike a dream, it has left some traces of its real existence.
Yours very affectionately,
J. C. P.