Letters 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | letter |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-letters-1773-010 |
| Words | 382 |
DEAR JOSEPH,--Certainly you cannot stir unless you are clearly satisfied of your call from God. An impression on the mind of another man is no rule of action to you. The reasons you give on the other side are weighty, and will not early be answered. At present you do seem to be in your place, and your labor will not be in vain. If you could transfer a night in a week from Newcastle to some new place, I think it might do well.--I am, dear Joseph,
Your affectionate brother.
To Mrs. Moon
LONDON, March 2, 1773.
MY DEAR SISTER,--He that governs all things wen for His own glory and for the good of them that love Him sees that it is best for you to be led in a strait and thorny way, and therefore permits it by His adorable providence. And you experimentally find that all these things are for your profit, that you may be a partaker of His holiness. Now, if hereby you attain but one degree more of the mind which was in Christ Jesus, what an immense gainer will you be in that day when the secrets of all hearts shall be revealed! Beside that, there is a reward for bearing as well as for doing His will; so that these light afflictions, which are but for a moment, work out for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory. I hope you have not lost any of the little number that used to meet with you; and that the select society meets still and encourage one another to hold fast their confidence. Look up, and receive a fresh supply of grace!--I am, my dear sister, Your affectionate brother.
To Mrs. Emma Moon, At Mr. George
Merryweather’s, In Yarm, Yorkshire.
To Isaac Twycross
LONDON, March 6, 1773.
DEAR ISAAC,--If you are sober-minded and watch unto prayer, you may recover all you have lost. And you may likewise lay in a stock of learning which may be of use to you all your life. You have now greater need than ever to redeem the time. Drop a word in season whenever occasion offers, and it will not always fall to the ground.--I am
Your affectionate brother.
To Christopher Hopper [9]
LIVERPOOL, March 21, 1773.