Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-204 |
| Words | 392 |
“ July 6.--In the morning, being by myself, I found the work of the
Spirit was very powerful upon me: (although you know God does not
deal with every soul in the same way:) as my mother bore me with
great pain, so did I feel great pain in my soul in being born of God. Indeed I thought the pains of death were upon me, and that my soul
was then taking leave of the body. I thought I was going to him whom
I saw with strong faith standing ready to receive me. In this violent
agony I continued about four hours; and then I began to feel the ‘ Spirit
of God bearing witness with my spirit, that I was born of God.’ Because
I was a child of God, he ‘sent forth the Spirit of his Son into me, crying,
Abba, Father.’ For that is the ery of every new-born soul. O mighty,
powerful, happy change! I who had nothing but devils ready to drag me
to hell, now found I had angels to guard me to my reconciled Father;
and my Judge, who just before stood ready to condemn me, was now
become my righteousness. But I cannot express what God hath done for
my soul. No; this is to be my everlasting employment when I have
put off this frail, sinful body, when I join with that great multitude which
no man can number, in singing praises to the Lamb that loved us, and
gave himself for us! O how powerful are the workings of the Almighty
in anew-born soul! The love of God was shed abroad in my heart, and
a flame kindled there, so that my body was almost torn asunder. I loved. The Spirit cried strong in my heart. I trembled: I sung: I joined my
voice with those ‘ that excel in strength. My soul was got up into the
holy mount. I had no thoughts of coming down again into the body. I
who not long before had called to ‘the rocks to fall on me, and the
mountains to cover me,’ could now call for nothing else but, ‘ Come,
Lord Jesus, come quickly.’ Then I could cry out with great boldness,
There, O God, is my surety! There, O death, is thy plague! There, O
grave, is thy destruction!