Go to those who need you most

Mon. 3 August, 1767. I visited as many as I could, sick and well, and endeavoured to confirm them. In the evening, I preached at seven and again at nine. We concluded about twelve. One then came to me with an unexpected message. A gentleman in the west of Scotland was a serious, sensible man, but violently attached both to the doctrine and discipline of the Kirk. His eldest daughter dreamed some months since that she was poisoned and must die in an hour. She waked in the utmost consternation, which issued in a deep conviction of sin. Soon after, she had an earnest desire to see me, though not perceiving any possibility of it. But business calling Mr. H—— to Edinburgh, he brought her with him, three days before I came. On Sunday morning, he heard the preaching for the first time and afterwards omitted no opportunity. He now sent his daughter to beg I would come if possible to the west, and to desire that I or any of our preachers would make his house our home.