Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-312 |
| Words | 374 |
Tues. Dec. 4.--I was violently attacked by some who were exceeding angry at those who cried out so; “being sure,” they said, “ it
was all a cheat, and that any one might help crying out, if he would.”
_J. Bl. was one of those who were sure of this. About eight the next
morning, while he was alone in his chamber, at private prayer, so horrible a dread overwhelmed him, that he began crying out with all his
might. All the family was alarmed. Several of them came running
up into his chamber ; but he cried out so much the more, till his breath
was utterly spent. God then rebuked the adversary ; and he is now
less wise in his own conceit. Thur. 6.--I left Bristol, and (after
preaching at Malmsbury and Burford in the way) on Saturday, 8, came
into my old room at Oxford, from which I went to Georgia. Here,
musing on the things that were past, and reflecting, how many that
came after me were preferred before me, I opened my Testament on
‘those words, (O may I never let them slip !) “ What shall we say then?
That the Gentiles, which followed not after righteousness, have attained
to righteousness. But Israel, which followed after the law of righteousness, hath not attained to the law of righteousness. Wherefore ?
Because they sought it not by faith, but as it were by the works of
the law.”
Sun. 9 --I expounded in the evening to a small, but deeply serious
company, * There is one Mediator between God and men, the man
Christ Jesus ;” and exhorted them earnestly, to go straight to him,
with all their miseries, follies, and sins. wes. 11.--I visited Mrs.
- Plat; one who, having long sought death in the error of her life, was
brought back to the great Shepherd of her soul, the first time my brother preached faith in Oxford. In the midst of sickness and pain, and
the deepest want, she was calmly rejoicing in God. By this faith may
I be thus saved! so as in the midst of heaviness, through manifold
temptations, without raiment, or food, or health, or friends, to “ rejoice
with joy unspeakable.”