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
[On Monday he went to Woodbridge, where the _correspondents_, instead
of sending him to the Forks of Delaware, ordered him to go to a number
of Indians, at Kaunaumeek, a place in the province of New-York, in the
woods between Stockbridge and Albany. This alteration was occasioned
by two things, 1. Information they had received of some contention now
subsisting between the white people and the Indians at Delaware, which
they supposed would be a hindrance at present to their entertainment of
a missionary, and to his success among them. And, 2. Some intimations
they had received from Mr. Sergeant, missionary to the Indians at
Stockbridge, concerning the Indians at Kaunaumeek, and the prospect of
success that a missionary might have among them.]
PART V.
_From his first beginning to instruct the Indians at
Kaunaumeek, to his_ Ordination.
FRIDAY, April 1, 1743. I rode to Kaunaumeek, near twenty miles from
Stockbridge, where the Indians live, and I lodged on a little heap of
straw. I was greatly exercised with inward distresses all day; and in
the evening seemed to have no God to go to. O that God would help me!
The place was sufficiently lonesome, and unpleasant, being encompassed
with mountains and woods; twenty miles distant from any English
inhabitants; six or seven from any Dutch; and more than two from a
family that came, from the Highlands of Scotland, and had then lived
about two years in this wilderness. In this family I lodged about the
space of three months, the master of it being the only person with whom
I could readily converse in those parts, except my interpreter; others
understanding very little English.
Thursday, April 7. I appeared to myself exceeding ignorant, weak,
helpless, and altogether unequal to my work. It seemed to me I should
never do any service, or have any success among the Indians. My soul
was weary of life: I longed for death, beyond measure. When I thought
of any godly soul departed, my soul was ready to envy him his privilege,
thinking, “Oh, when will my turn come! Must it be years first!”――But I
know those desires rose partly for want of resignation to God. Towards
night, I had faith in prayer, and some assistance in writing. O that
God would keep me near him!
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