Treatise Life And Death Of John Fletcher
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-treatise-life-and-death-of-john-fletcher-001 |
| Words | 390 |
2. In his early childhood he had much of the fear of God,
and great tenderness of conscience. One day, having offended
his father, who threatened to correct him, he did not dare to
come into his presence, but retired into the garden; and
when he saw him coming toward him, he ran away with all
speed. But he was presently struck with deep remorse, and
said to himself, “What I do I run away from my father? Perhaps I shall live to have a son that will run away from
me.” And it was several years before the impression which
he then received was worn off. 3. Another instance of his tenderness of conscience occurred
when he was about seven years of age : He was one day
reproved by the nursery-maid, saying, “You are a naughty
boy. Do you not know, that the devil is to take away all
naughty children?” He was no sooner in bed, than he began
to reflect very deeply upon her words: He thought, “I am a
naughty boy; and how do I know but God may let the devil
take me away this night?” He then got up and wrestled
with God in prayer for a considerable time; and he would
not go to bed again till he believed God had forgiven him. 4. The following accounts Mr. Fletcher himself gave to
Mr. Samuel Webb, of London, then residing at Madeley:--
“When I was a lad, I had a design to get some fruit out
of my father's garden: The door being locked, I could not
get in, but by climbing over the wall. This was very high;
but with some difficulty I got to the top of it. As I was
walking upon it, my foot slipped, and I fell down to the
bottom. But just where I fell a large quantity of fresh
made mortar was laid. I fell exactly upon it. This broke
my fall, or it might have cost me my life. 5. “Once, as I was swimming by myself in a deep water,
one end of a strong riband which bound my hair, getting
loose I know not how, and twisting about my leg, tied me as
it were neck and heels. I strove with all my strength to
disengage myself; but it was to no purpose.