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
The number of Indians in this place is but small; most of those that
formerly belonged here, are removed farther back in the country. There
are not more than ten houses hereabouts, that continue to be inhabited;
and some of these are several miles distant from others, which makes
it difficult for the Indians to meet together so frequently as could be
desired.
When I first began to preach here, the number of _hearers_ was very
small; often not exceeding twenty or twenty-five persons: but towards
the latter part of the summer, their number increased, so that I have
frequently had forty persons, or more, at once: and often the most of
those belonging to these parts.
Lord’s-day, May 13. I rose early; felt very poorly after my long
journey, and after being wet and fatigued. I had scarce ever seen such
a gloomy morning in my life: there appeared to be no _Sabbath_: the
children were all at play; I a stranger in the wilderness, and knew
not where to go; and all circumstances seemed to conspire to render
my affairs dark and discouraging. I mourned after the presence of God,
and seemed like a creature banished from his sight! Yet he was pleased
to support my sinking soul, amidst all my sorrows; so that I never
entertained any thought of quitting my business among the poor Indians;
but was comforted, to think, that death would ere long set me free from
these distresses.――I rode about three or four miles to the Irish people,
where I found some that appeared sober and concerned about religion.
My heart then began to be a little encouraged: I went and preached
first to the Irish, and then to the Indians: and in the evening I was
a little comforted; my soul seemed to rest on God and take courage. O
that the Lord would be my support and comforter in an evil world!
Monday, May 14. I felt myself loose from all the world; all appeared
“vanity and vexation of spirit.” I seemed lonesome, as if I was
banished from all mankind, and bereaved of all that is called pleasant
in the world; but appeared to myself so vile and unworthy, it seemed
fitter for me to be here than anywhere.
Thursday, May 17. I was greatly distressed with a sense of my vileness;
appearing to myself too bad to walk on God’s earth. God was pleased
to let me see my inward pollution to such a degree, that I almost
despaired of being made holy. In the afternoon I met with the Indians,
according to appointment, and preached to them. And while riding to
them, I seemed to confide in God; and afterwards had some enlargement
in prayer; vital piety and holiness appeared sweet to me, and I longed
for the perfection of it.
Lord’s-day, May 20. I preached twice to the poor Indians, and enjoyed
some freedom in speaking. My soul longed for assistance from above,
all the while; for I saw I had no strength for that work. Afterwards I
preached to the Irish people; and several seemed much concerned, with
whom I discoursed afterwards with freedom and power. Blessed be God for
any assistance to an unworthy worm.
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