At this time of year many of us marvel at the early signs of the arrival of spring as flowering trees and shrubs begin showing growth that will soon burst forth in an array of colors no self-respecting artist would ever put on canvas.

The recent rains in the Arizona desert have turned that brown landscape into a blend of warm green undergrowth and brilliant yellow blossoms. Across North Carolina, jonquils and yellow bells are already emerging from their winter slumber. It’s a wonderful time to travel the countryside and enjoy this rebirth of nature.

Few people traveled the roads as much as John Wesley. However, he rarely talked about the countryside through which he traveled. He seemed to ignore the landscape, perhaps because he was so focused on his ministry and his next sermon. Or maybe he was busy reading or writing.

Whatever the reason, Wesley had very little to tell us about the sights along the road. However, in late March 1747, he became very descriptive of the sights around him. In his Journal he wrote: “I rode to Blanchland, about twenty miles [west, southwest] from Newcastle. The rough mountains round about were still white with snow. In the midst of them is a small winding valley, through which the Derwent [River] runs. On the edge of this, the little town stands, which is indeed little more than a heap of ruins. There seems to have been a large cathedral church, by the vast walls which still remain.

“I stood in the churchyard, under one side of the building, upon a large tombstone, round which, while I was at prayers, all the congregation kneeled down on the grass … . The whole congregation drank in every word with such earnestness in their looks that I could not but hope that God will make this wilderness sing for joy.”

I do not fully understand why Wesley became so caught up in the scenery on this trip. Maybe spring fever broke through the “all business” personality of Mr. Wesley.

Craven E. Williams
President
Greensboro College
Greensboro, N.C.