William Perkins (puritan) - Perkins As Clergyman and Cambridge Fellow

Perkins As Clergyman and Cambridge Fellow

Following his ordination, Perkins preached his first sermons to the prisoners of the Cambridge jail. On one celebrated occasion, Perkins encountered a young man who was going to be executed for his crimes and who feared he was shortly going to be in hell: Perkins convinced the man that, through Christ, God could forgive his sins, and the formerly distraught youth faced his execution with manly composure as a result.


In 1584, after receiving his MA, Perkins was elected as a fellow of Christ's College, a post which he would hold until 1594. In 1585, he became a Lecturer of St. Andrew's Church in Cambridge, a post he would hold until his death.

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