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
Friday, February 15. I had a sweet sense of the free grace of the
gospel: my soul was encouraged, warmed, and quickened, and my desires
drawn out after God in prayer: being afraid of losing so sweet a guest
as I then entertained. I longed to proclaim the grace I then meditated
upon, to the world of sinners.――O how _quick_ and _powerful_ is the
_word_ of the blessed God!
Lord’s day, February 17. I preached to the _white_ people in the
wilderness, upon the sunny side of a hill: I had a considerable
assembly, consisting of people that lived (many of them) thirty miles
asunder. I discoursed to them, from John vii. 37. “Jesus stood and
cried, saying, If any man thirst,” &c. In the afternoon it pleased God
to grant me great fervency; I was enabled to imitate the example of
Christ, who _stood and cried_.――I was scarce ever enabled to offer the
free grace of God to perishing sinners with more freedom and plainness.
O that I could for ever bless God for the mercy of this day, who,
“answered me in the joy of my heart.”
Lord’s-day, February 24. My _interpreter_ being absent, I knew not how
to perform my work among the Indians. However, I rode to the Indians,
and got a Dutchman to interpret, though he was but poorly qualified.
Afterwards I preached to a few white people from John vi. 67. O the
free grace of Christ, that he seasonably minds his people of their
danger of _backsliding_, and invites them to persevere in their
adherence to himself! I saw that _backsliding_ souls might return,
and welcome, to him _immediately_; without any thing to recommend
them; notwithstanding all their former backslidings. And I felt solemn,
devout, and sweet, resting on him for assistance, acceptance, and peace
of conscience.
*Wednesday, March 6. I spent most of the day in preparing for a journey
to New-England, and in prayer, with a reference to my journey. I was
afraid I should forsake the _fountain of living waters_, and attempt
to derive satisfaction from _broken cisterns_, my dear friends and
acquaintance. I looked to God to keep me from this _vanity_ in special,
as well as others. Towards night, I was visited by some friends, who
discovered an affectionate regard to me, and seemed grieved that I
was about to leave them; especially seeing I did not expect to make
any considerable stay among them, if I should live to return from
New-England.¹ O how kind has God been to me! How has he raised up
friends in every place, where his providence has called me!
¹ It seems, he had a design to remove and live among the
Indians at Susquahannah river.
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