Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-629 |
| Words | 386 |
“J have long been ina kind of dead and lifeless state, having lost those
pleasing tastes of God’s love I once enjoyed. J have not been able to
find any delight in prayer; nor could I pray from my heart. If I forced
myself to pray, (for it was a grievous cross,) shame covered my face,
and I durst scarce lift up my eyes, conscious of my own unfaithfulness
to God, and my negligence in watching. All intercourse was stopped
between God and my soul. Indeed, when I have been praying with or
speaking to others, I have often found the Spirit of God enlivening my
own soul; but when I came before God in secret, intending to pour out
my complaint before him, my mouth hath been stopped, and the devil
presently whispered, ‘ What profit is it that you pray If I persevered
notwithstanding, my mind has been filled with a thousand impertinent
thoughts, so that I was either forced from my knees, or could only sigh
or groan underneath my misery: my heart seemed harder and harder, so
that I verily thought I should at length become a castaway.
** But, blessed be God, I have for some time found a revival of love, and
have had more communion with God than for a long season. O may it
be my constant care to watch and pray; the neglect of which was the
Journal I.--22
Nias Tope vie!
334 REV. J. WESLEY'S JOURNAL. [May, 1745 --
chief cause of my former deadness. The levity and inconstancy of mind
which used to oppress me, I find greatly taken away; and, at present,
(God grant it may always continue,) the remembrance of thern i is griev
ous to me. I often find great sweetness in my soul, and can weep for my
past ingratitude to God. O pray for me, dear sir, if you love me, that I
may never more resist his grace!
“T cannot tell you how much I think myself obliged to you, under
God, for all your care, reproofs, and kindnesses. May God reward you!
and may I never, never make an ill use of them ; but love and reverence
you, and praise God for his love, in making you a happy instrument of
good to my soul.
“'THo. Meyrick.”