The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 12 (of 32)Wesley, John
Religion
The works of the Rev. John Wesley, Vol. 12 (of 32)
Wesley, John
Methodist Church; Theology -- Early works to 1800; Theology -- History -- 18th century
Monday, September 8. I spent the forenoon among the Indians; in the
afternoon, left Shaumoking, and returned down the river a few miles.
I had proposed to have tarried a considerable time longer among the
Indians upon Susquahannah; but was hindered by the weakly circumstances
of my own people, and especially my own extraordinary weakness, having
been exercised with great nocturnal sweats, and a coughing up of blood,
in almost the whole of the journey. I was a great part of the time so
feeble and faint, that it seemed as though I never should be able to
reach home; and at the same time destitute of the comforts, yea the
necessaries of life; at least what was necessary for one in so weak
a state. In this journey I sometimes was enabled to speak the word of
God with power, and divine truths made some impression on divers that
heard me; so that several, both men and women, old and young, seemed
to cleave to us, and be well disposed towards Christianity; but others
mocked and shouted, which damped those who before seemed friendly.
Yet God at times, was evidently present, assisting me, my interpreter,
and other dear friends who were with me in prayer for the ingathering
of souls there; and I could not but entertain a strong hope, that the
journey would not be wholly fruitless.
Tuesday, September 9. I rode down the river, near thirty miles, was
extreme weak, much fatigued, and wet with a thunder storm. I discoursed
with some warmth and closeness to some poor ignorant souls, on the
life and power of religion. They seemed much astonished, when they
saw my Indians ask a blessing, and give thanks at dinner: concluding
that a very high evidence of grace in them; but were more astonished,
when I insisted that neither that, nor yet secret prayer, was any sure
evidence of grace. Oh the ignorance of the world! How are some empty
outward forms, mistaken for true religion.
Wednesday, September 10. I rode near twenty miles homeward; and was
much solicited to preach, but was utterly unable. I was extremely over
done with the heat and showers, and coughed up considerable quantities
of blood.
Thursday, September 11. I rode homeward: but was very weak, and
sometimes scarce able to ride, I had a very importunate invitation
to preach at a meeting house I came by, but could not by reason of
weakness. I was resigned under my weakness; but was much exercised for
my companions in travel, whom I had left with much regret, some lame,
and some sick.
Friday, September 12. I rode about fifty miles; and came just at night
to a Christian friend’s house, about twenty-five miles westward of
Philadelphia. I was kindly entertained, and found myself much refreshed
in the midst of my weakness and fatigues.
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