The Life of the Rev. George Whitefield, Volume 1 (of 2)Tyerman, L. (Luke)
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The Life of the Rev. George Whitefield, Volume 1 (of 2)
Tyerman, L. (Luke)
Whitefield, George, 1714-1770
that worketh not, but believeth on Him that justifieth the ungodly,
his faith is counted for righteousness."
But leaving this, and returning to Whitefield's pastoral epistle,
while defective in the momentous point just mentioned, it is in all
other respects most admirable.
"I must defer," says he, "dwelling further on this subject till
I see you in person, and am qualified to administer unto you
the sacred symbols of Christ's blessed body and blood. In the
meanwhile, think not that I shall forget you in my prayers. No,
I remember my promise, and, whilst the winds and storms are
blowing over me, I make supplication to God on your behalf.
Remember, my dear friends, that, for the space of near four
months, I ceased not, day and night, warning every one of you
to repent and turn to God, and bring forth fruits meet for
repentance. Repent you, therefore, and walk in all things as
becometh the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ, and then, and
then only, shall your sins be blotted out.[144] Let there be
no divisions among you; for a kingdom divided against itself
cannot stand. Be over-careful for nothing, but, in everything,
with supplications and thanksgiving, make your wants known unto
God. Speak not evil one of another, but live at peace among
yourselves; and the God of peace shall in all things direct and
rule your hearts. Brethren, pray that God would prosper the work
of His hands upon me, and restore me to you as soon as possible.
In about eight months, God willing, I hope to see you. In the
meanwhile, you shall not be forgotten by your affectionate,
though unworthy, minister in Christ Jesus,
"GEORGE WHITEFIELD."
[144] Language like this fully confirms what has just been said
respecting justification by faith only.
Such was Whitefield's letter, written in the midst of ocean-storms.
A fortnight later he wrote as follows:--
"October 14. Sailed this week about 600 miles; but yesterday God
was pleased to send us a contrary wind, which still continues.
A few days ago, I flattered myself we should soon be at our
desired port, but God is pleased to defer the accomplishment
of my hopes. However, blessed be His name! He enables me to
give thanks. Most of this week has been spent in searching the
Scriptures, and in retirements for direction and assistance in
the work before me. My fresh provisions are gone, and the people
are put to the allowance of a quart of water each man for a
day. I hope now the spiritual man will grow, having so little
for the natural man to feed upon. Amen, Lord Jesus! Blessed be
God! By His grace, I rejoice in necessities, and in everything
give thanks. Had this sentence out of Matthew Henry much pressed
upon my heart, 'The mower loses no time while he is whetting his
scythe.'"
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