A Letter To Mrs Peake – June 27th, 1865
My dear Friend, Mrs. Peake.
I have no doubt that a few lines from me, just to let you all know how I am and how I am going on, will be acceptable to you and to our dear friends at Wharflands.
I came back much wearied by my labours at Oakham and Stamford, and was not at all well on the Saturday evening. Still I went to chapel on Lord’s day, and preached twice to large and attentive congregations, and on the whole, though weak, was comfortably brought through. On Monday I was better, through mercy, and preached on the Tuesday evening quite comfortably. And last Lord’s day I was still much better, and was helped in body and soul through both services. Mr. Ford was not there, which some regretted, as I was favoured with some life and liberty in speaking. My texts were Luke 24:25, 26 and Heb. 11:13. I showed from the first our folly, and mainly in four points:
(1) looking at external appearances, and judging our state and case from them. Here I named the gloomy cloud which hung over me last year in my illness, leaving an attached people and my own comfortable home, and how the cloud seemed gradually breaking;
(2) trusting to our own reasoning minds;
(3) crediting Satan’s lies;
(4) being led by other people, and not looking to the Lord for guidance.
I then showed the slowness of our faith to believe all that the Scriptures have spoken, and the necessity of the sufferings of Christ, and His entrance into His present glory. As I felt some liberty of heart and mouth to open these points, I almost wished that the reporter had been there. But I may (D.V.) have an opportunity of again speaking from the words, when they can be taken down, though I may not have the same door of utterance.
A good man told me what a blessing my sermon on a similar subject from Psalm 107:17-20 (which you will find, I think, in the Zoar Pulpit) had once been made to him, and that the blessing had been renewed that morning. Thus the Lord does not leave His poor unworthy servant, but helps him still in body, soul, and spirit. The heat was trying on Lord’s day, but we got all the air we could. I hope the good Lord will bring me through my London labours, and bless them.
In the evening I dwelt much on the three marks of faith:
(1) seeing afar off;
(2) being persuaded of the truth and blessedness of the promises;
(3) embracing them with love and affection.
I also spoke much of our being strangers and pilgrims on the earth; how felt and how confessed—confessed in life and conduct, as well as in words. And I spoke of dying in faith, and dwelt on the life and death of our dear friend William Tiptaft, as a remarkable example of both. I trust on the whole that we had a good day.
J. C. P.