Treatise Principles Of A Methodist Farther Explained
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-treatise-principles-of-a-methodist-farther-explained-042 |
| Words | 396 |
I come now to what you expatiate upon at large, as the
two grand instances of my enthusiasm. The first is plainly
this: At some rare times, when I have been in great distress
of soul, or in utter uncertainty how to act in an important
case which required a speedy determination, after using all
other means that occurred, I have cast lots, or opened the
Bible. And by this means I have been relieved from that
distress, or directed in that uncertainty. Instances of this kind occur in pages 12, 14, 15, 28, and 88
of the third Journal; as also in pages 27, 28, and 80 of the
last Journal.” I desire any who would understand this matter
throughly, to read those passages as they stand at length. As to the particular instances, I would observe, (1.) That
with regard to my first journey to Bristol, you should, in any
wise, have set down those words that preface the scriptures there
recited: “I was entreated, in the most pressing manner, to
come to Bristol without delay. This I was not at all forward
to do; and perhaps a little the less inclined to it, because of the
remarkable scriptures which offered, as often as we inquired,
touching the consequence of this removal; though whether this
was permitted only for the trial of our faith, God knoweth, and
the event will show.” From the scriptures afterwards recited,
some inferred that the event they apprehended was yet afar
off. I infer nothing at all. I still know not how to judge; but
leave the whole to God. This only I know, that the continual
expectation of death was then an unspeakable blessing to me;
that I did not dare, knowingly, to waste a moment, neither to
throw away one desire on earthly things; those words being
ever uppermost in my thoughts, and indeed frequently on my
tongue:
Ere long, when sovereign wisdom wills,
My soul an unknown path shall tread,
Shall strangely leave, who strangely fills
This frame, and waft me to the dead. O, what is death? 'Tis life's last shore,
Where vanities are vain no more;
Where all pursuits their goal obtain,
And life is all re-touch'd again. I observe, (2.) That in two other of those instances, (Vol
* Vol. I. pp. 163, 165, 176,231, 264, 307, of the present Edition.--EDIT. I. pp.