Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-614 |
| Words | 388 |
** At Jast I was.admitted into the society, and, after the usual trial, into
the bands. I was now continually walking upon the wings of love. The
life and power of religion was all my talk. I was not ashemed to declare
it before all men; for the candle of the Lord constantly shone upon my
head. At present, I find my soul continually hungering and thirsting
after the Spirit’s indwelling in me. I often find a solid peace, a serious
watchfulness, a presence of mind, never confused or hurried; a sweet
communion with God, good will toward all men, with much grief at their
misery, but no fear. I can, with unaccountable boldness, yet with meekness and love, reprove the most daring sinner. And the more I obey this
spirit, tle more of it I feel; the more sensible I am of my own weakness,
and at t!.e same time filled with praise and amazement, to feel ee strength
in the Lord. . Bi?
Sat. January 5, 1745.--Desiring to see once more our old acquaintance, Mr. Gambold, my brother and I called at James Hutton’s. We
found there not him, but Mr. S.: a new creature indeed! (though
not in the Gospel sense!) So extreinely gay, easy, unconcerned ; that
one of the primitive Christians, instead of supposing him to be “at rest,”
as he termed it, “in the wounds of Jesus,” would have judged, he had
never heard of his name; much less of taking up his cross daily.
I had often wondered at myself, (and sometimes mentioned it to
others,) that ten thousand cares, of various kinds, were no more weight
or burden to my mind, than ten thousand hairs were to my head. Perhaps I began to ascribe something of this to my own strength. And
thence it might be, that on Sunday, 13, that strength was withheld, and
I felt what it was to be troubled about many things. . One, and another,
hurrying me continually, it seized upon my spirit more and more, till I
found it absolutely necessary to fly for my life; and that without delay.
So the next day, Monday, 14, I took horse and rode away for Bristol.
Between Bath and Bristol, I was earnestly desired to turn aside, and
Feb. 1745. | REV. J. WESLEY’S JOURNAL. 327