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
"I observed before how I used to be favoured with sensible
devotion; those] comforts were soon withdrawn, and a horrible
fearfulness and dread permitted to overwhelm my soul. [One
morning in particular, rising from my bed, I felt an unusual
impression and weight upon my breast, attended with inward
darkness. I applied to my friend, Mr. Charles Wesley. He
advised me to keep upon my watch, and referred me to a chapter
in Kempis. In a short time I perceived this load gradually
increase, till it almost weighed me down, and fully convinced me
that Satan had as real a possession of, and power given over,
my body, as he had once over Job's.] All power of meditating,
or even thinking, was taken from me. My memory quite failed
me. My whole soul was barren and dry, and I could fancy myself
to be like nothing so much as a man locked up in iron armour.
Whenever I kneeled down, I felt great[17] heavings in my body,
and have often prayed under the weight of them till the sweat
came through me. [At this time, Satan used to terrify me much,
and threatened to punish me if I discovered his wiles. It being
my duty, as servitor, in my turn to knock at the gentlemen's
rooms by ten at night, to see who were in their rooms, I thought
the devil would appear to me every stair I went up. And he so
troubled me when I lay down to rest, that for some weeks I
scarce slept above three hours at a time.]
[17] "Pressures both in soul and body."--Edit. 1756.
"God only knows how many nights I have lain upon my bed groaning
under the weight I felt, [and bidding Satan depart from me in
the name of Jesus.] Whole days and weeks have I spent in lying
prostrate on the ground,[18] [and begging for freedom from those
proud hellish thoughts that used to crowd in upon and distract
my soul. But God made Satan drive out Satan; for these thoughts
and suggestions created such a self-abhorrence within me,
that I never ceased wrestling with God till He blessed me with
a victory over them. Self-love, self-will, pride, and envy so
buffeted me in their turns, that I was resolved either to die or
conquer. I wanted to see sin as it was, but feared, at the same
time, lest the sight of it should terrify me to death.
[18] "In silent or vocal prayer; and, having nobody to show
me a better way, I thought to get peace and purity by outward
austerities."--_Ibid._
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