I was the Founding Father of the United States

Chapter 106 Reverend George Whitefield

"...Amen!"

With a chorus of responses from the crowd, Chen Wenbin finished his speech and stepped down from the altar. Pastor Leon then presided over the drawing of lots for the consultations.

Chen Wenbin has to go to the Royal Society this afternoon, so only ten appointment slots were available.

Soon, ten lucky people were selected. They came to Chen Wenbin one by one to express their gratitude, then threw a silver coin of one shilling into the donation box next to the altar, and followed Chen Wenbin to the backyard of the church to wait for their medical treatment.

As for the others, although they were disappointed, they did not dare to cause any trouble and could only leave the church after being persuaded by several volunteers.

In the end, only an elderly man with a weathered face and two middle-aged men remained in the church, insisting on staying and waiting for Dr. Robin.

Seeing this, the young volunteer assumed the old man was upset about not winning the lottery, so he advised, "Sir, the lottery for today's consultations has already ended."

Dr. Robin will likely be conducting another lottery next Sunday, so your staying here is a waste of your time!

The old man shook his head. "...I didn't come here to ask Dr. Robin to treat me."

He then added, "I want to talk to him... You just need to wait until he finishes his work and tell him that an old man named George Whitefield is waiting for him."

"...Ah! You mean you're Reverend Whitefield?"

Upon hearing the name, the volunteer was immediately filled with reverence and exclaimed excitedly, "My God! Why didn't you reveal your identity?"

The old man said helplessly, "This is a Baptist church, and I am an Anglican priest..."

At this moment, the middle-aged man to his left said to the young volunteer, "Young man, could you please tell Dr. Robin Chen to come out and meet the pastor?"

The young volunteer, not daring to be negligent, immediately nodded, "Of course! I'll go find a doctor right away!"

After saying that, he hurried to the backyard of the church.

The old man couldn't stop him in time, so he could only give the middle-aged man on the left a reproachful look.

"Stephen..."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Pastor! Your time is precious, and I think Dr. Robin would be happy to make time to meet with you."

The old man shook his head slightly upon hearing this, but said nothing more.

Not long after, Chen Wenbin, along with John Davis, Pastor Leon, several trainee pastors, and doctors from Robin Hospital, came out of the back room. Even the patients followed them.

"...You must be Reverend George Whitefield?"

Chen Wenbin looked at the weathered old man sitting on the church bench and asked in surprise, "What brings you here?"

He wasn't the only one with this question; everyone else was equally surprised.

This old man was a prominent figure on par with the Wesley brothers during the Great Awakening of Religion twenty years ago. Now he is a core leader of the British Evangelicals. In recent years, he has traveled back and forth between Britain and North America to preach and preach, serving as a link between Britain and the North American colonies in the religious field. Even Chen Wenbin had heard his name from Pastor Johnson.

If we were to use martial arts novel characters to describe him, George Whitefield, this Anglican priest, would be roughly equivalent to the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, appointed by the emperor himself, or the abbot of Shaolin Temple...

"Dr. Robin."

George Whitefield stood up, carefully examined Chen Wenbin, and then, as if confirming something, smiled gently:

"I only heard that John had come to London, so I rushed over from Bristol last night... I had heard about your deeds long ago and knew that you were here today to heal the sick, so I came to listen to your sermon."

I'm sorry to have kept you from your work.

Before Chen Wenbin could answer, Davis exclaimed excitedly, "No! Respected Reverend Whitefield, I think the patients would be very happy to see you here!"

The old pastor glanced at him, and seeing that all the patients nodded, he said to Chen Wenbin, "Well then, Dr. Robin, may I speak with you alone? Just half an hour. I need you to answer some questions for me."

"……sure!"

Chen Wenbin didn't know his purpose for coming, but he didn't want to offend him, so he invited him to a lounge in the back of the church. On weekend afternoons when he had nothing to do, he would write papers, compile dictionaries, or reply to letters there.

"...You may all leave!"

George Whitefield walked into the lounge, waved to everyone, and soon only he and Chen Wenbin were left in the room.

Curious, Chen Wenbin smiled and said, "Pastor, please sit down. What would you like to ask..."

The old pastor didn't sit down, but simply looked at him quietly with his gray eyes, and suddenly asked:

"Mr. Robin Chen! I want to know... do you truly believe in God?"

What the hell is this problem?

Chen Wenbin was taken aback, but reacted quickly, nodding immediately and saying, "...Of course! I believe God definitely exists!"

But the old pastor noticed his brief hesitation and immediately denied it: "No! You're lying! You don't actually believe in God! Am I right?"

What is this old guy trying to do?

Chen Wenbin felt a chill in his heart, but smiled and said, "Pastor, why would you say that? I don't think I need to prove my faith to others, do I?"

The old pastor smiled faintly and said, "You're right, faith only exists in people's hearts... Don't be nervous!"

I just don't believe that anyone would donate so much money to the poor out of faith, nor do I believe that a British baron and a very wealthy man would treat the poor out there...

He gently shook his head and said calmly, "A true saint is not like you. They would give their whole being to God, but you... are more like making a deal with God!"

You've earned a good reputation from God and people through donations, medical care for the poor, and welfare programs that consider the needs of your employees… I think you do this for your own safety, don't you?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated like thunder in Chen Wenbin's heart. However, Lord Chen was a master of acting; he didn't lose his composure or panic. Instead, he simply sat down in the chair behind him and spread his hands, saying:

"Pastor! I'm just making an investment! A good reputation is one of the rewards of that investment!"

As for your question about faith…

He chuckled and shook his head, saying, "I think at least half of the kings, dukes, and nobles of all European countries believe in Mammon!"

As for faith in God… in my view, it’s merely a tool to make the people docile and easy to rule!

The old pastor chuckled upon hearing his blunt statement. He turned around, sat down in his chair, and observed Chen Wenbin, who had revealed his true nature, before chuckling softly:

"...Robin, you really are a qualified Freemason!"

But you're wrong about one thing!

Chen Wenbin's eyes flickered slightly, and he leaned forward, asking curiously, "Where did I say something wrong?"

"...Not half!"

The old pastor held up a finger and shook it gently. "It's all of them! All the kings, dukes, and nobles you know are followers of Mammon and Satan!"

Even the Pope of the Vatican…”

A look of disdain crossed his face. "If the God in the Bible really exists, then he would be the first person to go to hell!"