Wesley's Designated Successor: The Life, Letters, and Literary Labours of the Rev. John William Fletcher, Vicar of Madeley, ShropshireTyerman, L. (Luke)
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Wesley's Designated Successor: The Life, Letters, and Literary Labours of the Rev. John William Fletcher, Vicar of Madeley, Shropshire
Tyerman, L. (Luke)
Fletcher, John, 1729-1785
“To the masters and students of Lady Huntingdon’s College.
“Grace, mercy, and peace attend you, my dear brethren, from God our
Father, and from our Lord and Brother Jesus Christ!
“_Brother_, do I say? Should I not rather have written _All_? Is not
He _all and in all_? _All_ to believers, for He is their God, as the
λογος (_the Word_), and their Friend, Brother, Father, Spouse, etc.,
etc., etc., as He is λογος γενομενος σαρξ (_the Word made flesh_).
From Him, through Him, and in Him, I salute you in the Spirit. I
believe He is here with me, and in me. I believe He is yonder with
you, and in you; for ‘in Him we live, move, and have,’ not only our
animal, but rational and spiritual, ‘being.’ May the powerful grain of
faith remove the mountain of remaining unbelief, that you and I may
see things as God sees them! When this is the case, we shall discover
that the Creator is _All_ indeed, and that creatures, which we are
wont to put in His place, are mere nothings, passing clouds that our
Sun of Righteousness has thought fit to clothe Himself with, and paint
some of His glories upon. In an instant, He could scatter them into
their original nothing, or resorb them for ever, and stand without
competitor, יחוה, the _Being_.
“But suppose that all creatures should stand for ever, little
signatures of God, what are they even in their most glorious estate,
but as tapers kindled by His light, as well as formed by His power?
Now conceive a Sun, a spiritual Sun, whose centre is everywhere, whose
circumference can be found nowhere; a Sun whose lustre as much
surpasses the brightness of the luminary that rules the day, as the
Creator surpasses the creature; and say, What are the twinkling tapers
of good men on earth,—what is the smoking flax of wicked
creatures,—what the glittering stars of saints in heaven? Why, they
are all lost in His transcendent glory, and if any one of these would
set himself up as an object of esteem, regard, or admiration, he must
indeed be mad with _self_ and _pride_. He must be, as dear Mr. Howell
Harris has often told us, a foolish apostate, a devil.
“Understand this, believe this, and you will sink to unknown depths of
self-horror, for having aspired at being _somebody_, self-humiliation
at seeing yourself _nobody_, or what is worse an _evil-body_.
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