The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 12 (of 32)Wesley, John
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The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 12 (of 32)
Wesley, John
Methodist Church; Theology -- Early works to 1800; Theology -- History -- 18th century
a pilgrim or hermit in the wilderness, to my dying moment, if I might
thereby promote the blessed interest of the great Redeemer. And if ever
my soul presented itself to God for his service, without any reserve of
any kind, it did so now. The language of my thoughts (although I spake
no words) now was, “_Here I am, Lord, send me_: send me to _the ends of
the earth_; send me to the rough, the savage Pagans of the wilderness;
send me from all that is called comfort in earth! send me even to death
itself, if it be but in thy service, and to promote thy kingdom.” And
at the same time I had as quick and lively a sense of the value of
worldly comforts, as ever I had; but saw them infinitely overmatched
by the worth of Christ’s kingdom, and the propagation of his blessed
gospel. The quiet settlement, the certain place of abode, the tender
friendship, which I thought I might be likely to enjoy, appeared as
valuable to me, considered absolutely, as ever before: but considered
comparatively, they appeared nothing; compared with an enlargement of
Christ’s kingdom, they vanished like the stars before the rising sun.
And the comfortable accommodations of life appeared valuable, yet I did
surrender myself, soul and body, to the service of God, and promotion
of Christ’s kingdom; though it should be in the loss of them all. I
was constrained, and yet chose to say, “Farewell, friends and earthly
comforts, the dearest of them all, if the Lord calls for it; adieu,
adieu; I’ll spend my life to my latest moments, _in caves and dens
of the earth_, if the kingdom of Christ may thereby be advanced.” I
found extraordinary freedom at this time in pouring out my soul to God,
for his cause; and especially that his kingdom might be extended among
the Indians; and I had a strong hope that God would do it. I continued
wrestling with God in prayer for my dear little flock here; and more
especially for the Indians elsewhere; as well as for dear friends in
one place and another; till it was bed-time, and I feared I should
hinder the family. But Oh, with what reluctancy did I find myself
obliged to consume time in sleep! I longed to be as a _flame of fire_,
continually glowing in the divine service, preaching and building up
Christ’s kingdom, to my latest, my dying moment.
♦ asterisk added per Errata
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