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Vol 2, pages 1-100 - My Primitive Methodist Ancestors

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86 PRIMITIVE METHODIST CHURCH.<br />

describing a state of things, as regards the Church, long since gone by. But our point<br />

is, that the poverty and helplessness of the State-Church in those remote parts must<br />

have created a condition of things needing a powerful remedy. If the official clergymen<br />

were not merely overworked and underpaid, incompetent or spiritless but, as was too<br />

often the case, lax in conduct, still more urgent was the need of heroic measures in order<br />

to reach the dull and alienated minds of the people. It was of a clergyman in Cleveland,<br />

lying intoxicated in the ditch, that one said to another, contemptuously: "Let him lig<br />

he'll not be wanted<br />

[lie] ; till<br />

Sunday."<br />

That Methodism kept Christianity alive in these northern dales Canon Atkinson<br />

handsomely concedes. He might probably hold that Methodism was only acting as the<br />

locum tenens until the Church should return to take up her assigned duty. But be this<br />

as it<br />

may, he admits the fact that, in the parts he knows so well, Methodism and<br />

<strong>Primitive</strong> Methodism had conserved the gospel.<br />

When, prior to his institution into his<br />

benefice, he saw what was to be his church, littered, ill-kept, with its shabby altar,<br />

he says<br />

:<br />

" I could understand the slovenly, perfunctory service once a Sunday, sometimes<br />

relieved by none at all, and the consequent sleepy state of Church-feeling and<br />

worship. I could well understand how the only religious life in the district should<br />

be among and due to the Wesleyans and <strong>Primitive</strong> <strong>Methodist</strong>s."*<br />

Some of<br />

the first travelling-preachers on the Malton Branch sent pretty full Journals<br />

of their labours to the Magazine. From these we take an item or two that may help<br />

us to understand how and wherefore the Word of God spread so rapidly in these parts.<br />

One of these early workers and journalisers was William Evans. He was one of<br />

eight who were taken out to travel by the September Quarterly Meeting of 1820,<br />

and began his labours in the newly-formed Malton Branch. He was so zealous<br />

a missionary that he did not stint his labours to the fulfilling of<br />

his planned appointments.<br />

Measured by the standard of the plan he performed works of supererogation.<br />

He records in his Journal :<br />

"Saturday, October 6th, 1820. Had no appointment, but being informed that<br />

the people at Hayton were desirous to hear us, I travelled fourteen miles<br />

and preached to them, and the Word did not fall to the :<br />

ground three were<br />

'<br />

brought to the Lord, and one drunkard went off with the solemn inquiry, What<br />

must I do to be saved " ? '<br />

With a spirit like this, so alien from all that was perfunctory, actuating the pioneer<br />

workers, one can the more readily understand why village societies on the Upper<br />

Derwent and in the Vale of Pickering should multiply as fast as the cells of the yeast<br />

plant, and that by May, 1821, N. West should be able to record that in six months four<br />

hundred members had been added to the Malton Branch.<br />

Another excerpt from the Journals gives us a picture of a camp meeting of the olden<br />

time a picture worth preserving, because, like the camp meetings held on the Wrekin,<br />

Scarth Nick, and Mow Cop itself, it was staged and framed amid grand and impressive<br />

scenery.<br />

God can work His " greatest wonders " in souls renewed and sins forgiven in<br />

* Op. dt., p. 48.

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