To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-438 |
| Words | 389 |
Sure a more consummate coxcomo
never saw the sun How amazingly full of himself! Whatever he speaks he pronounces as an oracle. But
many of his oracles are as palpably false, as that “young
children never love old people.” No ! Do they never love
grandfathers and grandmothers? Frequently more than
they do their own parents. Indeed they love all that love
them, and that with more warmth and sincerity than when
they come to riper years. But I object to his temper more than to his judgment:
He is a mere misanthrope; a cynic all over. So indeed is his
brother-infidel, Voltaire; and well nigh as great a coxcomb. Feb. 1770.] JOURNAL, 387
But he hides both his doggedness and vanity a little better;
whereas here it stares us in the face continually. As to his book, it is whimsical to the last degree; grounded
neither upon reason nor experience. To cite particular passages
would be endless; but any one may observe concerning the
whole, the advices which are good are trite and common,
only disguised under new expressions. And those which are
new, which are really his own, are lighter than vanity itself. Such discoveries I always expect from those who are too wise
to believe their Bibles. Thur. 8.--I went to Wandsworth. What a proof have
we here, that God’s “thoughts are not as our thoughts!”
Every one thought no good could be done here; we had tried
for above twenty years. Very few would even give us the
hearing; and the few that did, seemed little the better for it. But all on a sudden, crowds flock to hear; many are cut to
the heart; many filled with peace and joy in believing; many
long for the whole image of God. In the evening, though it
was a sharp frost, the Room was as hot as a stove. And
they drank in the word with all greediness; as also at five in
the morning, while I applied, “Jesus put forth his hand and
touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean l’’
Tues. 13.--I read, with all the attention I was master of,
Mr. Hutchinson's Life, and Mr. Spearman's Index to his
Works. And I was more convinced than ever, 1. That he
had not the least conception, much less experience, of inward
religion: 2.