Wesley Corpus

DEAR SISTER, - The work of God is, I am afraid, much hindered in Thirsk by the misunderstanding between Mr. Oastler and Mr. Taylor. If it be possible, an end should be put to this. They should in any wise meet and compromise matters. That things should stand as they are is a scandal to religion. I have known you for many years. You love to do good. Forward this reconciliation, and you will oblige many, as well as, my dear sister, Yours affectionately. To James Copeland [19] GLASGOW, May 14, 1786. MY DEAR BROTHER, - There is no reasonable doubt you had at the time you mention a real blessing from God. I make no question but He did then give you a taste of His pardoning love; but you was not then thoroughly convinced of inbred sin - of the sin of your nature. God is now convincing you of this in order to give you a clean heart; and Satan strives hereby to drive you to despair. But regard him not. Look unto Jesus; dare to believe I On Christ lay hold! Wrestle with Christ in mighty prayer. Yea, A sigh will reach His heart; a look Will bring Him down from heaven. He is at hand! - I am Your affectionate brother. To his Brother Charles NEAR EDINBURGH, May 18, 1786. DEAR BROTHER, - So Sister Horton is in peace. This may be a blessed visitation for Mr. Horton. Perhaps it will prove in the event one of the greatest blessings which he ever receive in his life. I hope you have wrote to Mr. Durbin. Alas what do riches avail him! [See letter of May 3.] Certainly Providence permitted injudicious men to you three miles from me, who should rather have been always at my elbow. [See letter of May 3.] I doubt whether there be not an anachronism in the of John Price i; whether they do not now impute to him what was done long ago. My Journal should have been sent several days since but Joseph Bradford trusted another person to transcribe it. [The portion ready for the printer. The 1779-82 extract was dated end 'Newington, Jan. 19, 1786.'] This Society flourishes much. I hope to be here again the 31st instant. Peace be with you all! Adieu. To Lancelot Harrison NEWCASTLE, June 4, 1785.