The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 03 (of 32)Wesley, John
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The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 03 (of 32)
Wesley, John
Methodist Church; Theology -- Early works to 1800; Theology -- History -- 18th century
♦3. To consider this a little more particularly. How wide do those
parent sins extend, from which all the rest derive their being? _That
carnal mind, which is enmity against_ God, pride of heart, self-will
and love of the world? Can we fix any bounds to them? Do they not
diffuse themselves thro’ all our thoughts, and mingle with all our
tempers? Are they not the leaven which leavens, more or less, the whole
mass of our affections? May we not, on a close and faithful examination
of ourselves, perceive these roots of bitterness, continually springing
up, infecting all our words, and tainting all our actions? And
how innumerable an offspring do they bring forth, in every age and
nation? Even enough to cover the whole earth with _darkness and cruel
habitations_.
4. O! who is able to reckon up their accursed fruits? To count all
the sins, whether against God or our neighbour, not which imagination
might paint, but which may be matter of daily, melancholy experience?
Nor need we range over all the earth to find them. Survey any one
kingdom, any single country, or city or town, and how plenteous is this
harvest? And let it not be one of those, which are still overspread
with Mahometan or Pagan darkness: but of those which name the name of
Christ, which profess to see the light of his glorious gospel. Go no
farther than the kingdom to which we belong, the city wherein we are
now. We call ourselves Christians: yea, and that of the purest sort; we
are Protestants; reformed Christians! But alas! who shall carry on the
reformation of our opinions into our hearts and lives? Is there not a
cause? For how innumerable are our sins? And those of the deepest dye?
Do not the grossest abominations of every kind, abound among us from
day to day? Do not sins of every sort cover the land, as the waters
cover the sea? Who can count them? Rather go and count the drops of
rain, or the sands on the sea-shore. So _wide is the gate_, so _broad
is the way that leadeth to destruction_.
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