Journal Vol1 3
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-vol1-3-705 |
| Words | 394 |
“I have for some years endeavoured to keep a conscience void of
offence, toward God and toward man. And for above two years I have
known that God, for Christ’s sake, had forgiven me all my sins. I lived
in the full assurance of faith, which made me rejoice in all states. Wet
or weary, cold or hungry, I could rejoice. And faith and love did increase
so fast, that it was my soul’s delight to do good to them that hated me,
to bless them that cursed me, and to call all those that were in a perishing
condition, to accept of life and salvation. But, O! ‘ how are the mighty
fallen, and the weapons of war perished!’ April 6, 1746, I was overcome
by a great temptation: it came as quick as lightning. J know not if I was
well in my senses; but I fell. I rose the same moment, and called upon
my offended God; and so I have done ever since. But, notwithstanding,
his Spirit has departed from me. I have wounded my conscience exceedingly. Iam fallen into the spirit of bondage and fear; and I often cry out,
Who shall tell me, if the strife
In heaven or hell shall end ?”
Mon. August 4.--1 received a letter from Yorkshire, part of which
was in these words :--
“ On Wednesday, July 16, I called on good old Mr. Clayton. He was
exceeding weak, and seemed like one that had not long to continue here.
I called again on Monday, 21, and found him very ill. He told me, no
one else should have been admitted; that he had much to say to me to
tell you ; and desired me to send his kind respects to you, and wished you
prosperity in your pious undertakings. Finding he was not able to talk
much, I took my leave, not thinking it would be the last time. But'when
I returned into these parts on Saturday last, 1 found he died that morning
between two and three. On Monday last I went to his burial, and I was
anexpectedly made mourner for my good old friend. I followed his corpse
to the ground, where I saw it solemnly interred. Many of his parishioners
dropped tears, he having been a father to the poor. He died very poor,
"Lae oe