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
*Saturday, October 11. Towards night I was seized with an ague, which
was followed with a hard fever, and much pain: I was treated with great
kindness and was ashamed to see so much concern about so unworthy a
creature. I was in a comfortable frame of mind, wholly submissive with
regard to life or death. It was indeed a peculiar satisfaction to me,
to think that it was not my business to determine whether I should live
or die. I likewise felt peculiarly satisfied, while under this uncommon
degree of disorder; being now fully convinced of my being unable to
perform my work. Oh how precious is time! And how guilty it makes me
feel, when I think I have trifled away and misemployed it, or neglected
to fill up each part of it with duty, to the utmost of my ability!
October 19. I was willing either to die or live; but found it hard to
think of living useless. Oh that I might never live to be a burden to
God’s creation; but that I might be allowed to repair home, when my
sojourning work is done!
Friday, October 24. I spent the day in overseeing and directing my
people about mending their fence, and securing their wheat. I was
somewhat refreshed in the evening, having been able to do something
valuable in the day time. Oh, how it pains me, to see time pass away,
when I can do nothing to any purpose!
Saturday, October 25. I visited some of my people: spent some time
in writing, and felt much better in body than usual: when it was near
night I felt so well, that I had thoughts of expounding: but in the
evening was much disordered again, and spent the night in coughing, and
spitting of blood.
Lord’s-day, October 26. In the morning I was exceeding weak, and spent
the day till near night, in pain to see my poor people wandering as
_sheep not having a shepherd_. But towards night finding myself a
little better, I called them together to my house and sat down, and
read and expounded Matthew v. 1‒16. This discourse, though delivered
in much weakness, was attended with power; especially what was spoken
upon the last of these verses, where I insisted on the infinite wrong
done to religion, by having our _light_ become _darkness_, instead
of _shining before men_. As many were deeply affected with a sense of
their deficiency, in regard of spiritual conversation, and a spirit
of concern and watchfulness seemed to be excited in them; so there
was one that had fallen into drunkenness, sometime before, who was now
deeply convinced of his sin, and discovered a great degree of concern
on that account. My soul was refreshed to see this. And though I had no
strength to speak so much as I would have done, but was obliged to lie
down on the bed: yet I rejoiced to see such an humble melting in the
congregation; and that divine truths, though faintly delivered, were
attended with so much efficacy.
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