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
[From these Indians he returned to the Irish settlement, and there
preached to a numerous congregation: where was a considerable
appearance of awakening. Thursday, he returned home, exceedingly
fatigued and spent; still in the same mortification to the world, and
solicitous for the advancement of Christ’s kingdom: and on this day
he says, “I have felt, this week more of the spirit of a _pilgrim on
earth_, than ever before; and yet so desirous to see Zion’s prosperity,
that I was not so willing to leave this scene of sorrow as I used to
be.”――On the sabbath, he was confined by illness, not able to go out
to preach. He continued very ill all the next week, and says, that “he
thought he never before endured such a season of distressing weakness;
and that his nature was so spent, that he could neither stand, sit, nor
lie with any quiet; that he was exercised with extreme faintness and
sickness at his stomach; and that his mind was as much disordered as
his body, seeming to be stupid, and without all kind of affection; and
yet perplexed, to think, that he lived for nothing, that precious time
rolled away, and he could do nothing but trifle.”――Concerning the next
five days, he writes thus, “On Lord’s-day, August 5, was still very
poor. But though very weak, I visited and preached to the poor Indians
twice, and was strengthened vastly beyond my expectations. And indeed
the Lord gave me freedom and fervency in addressing them: though I had
not strength enough to stand, but was obliged to sit down the whole
time. Towards night I was extremely weak, faint, sick, and full of pain.
And I have continued much the same last week, thro’ the most of this,
(it being now Friday) unable to engage in any business; frequently
unable to pray in the family. I have neither strength to read, meditate,
nor pray: and this perplexes my mind. I seem like a man that has all
his estate embarked in one small boat, unhappily going adrift, down
a swift current. The poor owner stands on the shore, and looks, and
laments his loss. But, alas! though my all seems to be adrift, and I
stand and see it, I dare not lament: for this sinks my spirits more,
and aggravates my bodily disorders. O that God would pity my distressed
state!”
The next day three weeks, his illness was not so extreme; he was
in some degree capable of business: he also had, for the most part,
much inward assistance; he often expresses great longings for the
enlargement of Christ’s kingdom: he speaks of his hope of this as
all his delight and joy. He continues still to express his usual
longings after holiness, and living to God, and his sense of his own
unworthiness; he several times speaks of his appearing to himself the
vilest creature on earth; and once says, that he verily thought there
was none of God’s children who fell so far short of that holiness, and
perfection in their obedience, which God requires.]
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