Yesterday, for the first time in my eight years of pastoral ministry, I visited Savannah’s Reynolds Square, which commemorates John Wesley’s brief, unsuccessful ministry in the new British colony of Georgia. God used even this failure to form Wesley into the powerful leader who would start a reform movement that persists—however faintly and imperfectly—to this day.
I’m not so hard and cynical that I didn’t get a lump in my throat. God, I love this man! Thank you, Jesus.