Treatise Plain Account Of Christian Perfection
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-treatise-plain-account-of-christian-perfection-052 |
| Words | 400 |
As she was
both a living and a dying witness of Christian perfection, it
will not be at all foreign to the subject to add a short account
of her death; with one of her own letters, containing a plain
and artless relation of the manner wherein it pleased God to
work that great change in her soul:
“May 2, 1761. “I BELIEve while memory remains in me, gratitude
will continue. From the time you preached on Gal. v. 5, I
saw clearly the true state of my soul. That sermon described
my heart, and what it wanted to be; namely, truly happy. You read Mr. M--'s letter, and it described the religion
which I desired. From that time the prize appeared in view,
and I was enabled to follow hard after it. I was kept watching
unto prayer, sometimes in much distress, at other times in
patient expectation of the blessing. For some days before you
left London, my soul was stayed on a promise I had applied
to me in prayer: ‘The Lord whom ye seek shall suddenly
come to his temple.’ I believed he would, and that he would
sit there as a refiner’s fire. The Tuesday after you went, I
thought I could not sleep, unless he fulfilled his word that
night. I never knew as I did then the force of these words:
“Be still, and know that I am God.' I became nothing before
Him, and enjoyed perfect calmness in my soul. I knew not
whether he had destroyed my sin; but I desired to know,
that I might praise Him. Yet I soon found the return of
unbelief, and groaned, being burdened. On Wednesday I
went to London, and sought the Lord without ceasing. I
promised, if he would save me from sin, I would praise him. I could part with all things, so I might win Christ. But I
found all these pleas to be nothing worth; and that if He
saved me, it must be freely, for his own name's sake. On
Thursday I was so much tempted, that I thought of destroying
myself, or never conversing more with the people of God:
And yet I had no doubt of his pardoning love; but, -
'Twas worse than death my God to love,
And not my God alone. On Friday my distress was deepened. I endeavoured to pray,
and could not.