Treatise Principles Of A Methodist Farther Explained
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-treatise-principles-of-a-methodist-farther-explained-047 |
| Words | 389 |
Have you
known a parallel one in your life? But it was never cited by
me, (as it is by you,) as an immediate punishment on a man
for opposing me.” (Pages 409, 410.) You reply, “As if what
is not common, or what I have not known, must be a mira
culous judgment.” I believe it was, whether miraculous or
no, a judgment mixed with mercy. You now add to the rest the following instance:--“One John
Haydon, a man of a regular life and conversation, being informed
that people fell into strange fits at the societies, came to see
and judge for himself. But he was still less satisfied than be
fore; insomuch that he went about to his acquaintance one after
another, and laboured above measure to convince them it was
a delusion of the devil. We were going home, when one met us
in the street, and informed us that J. H. was fallen raving mad. It seems he had sat down to dinner, but had a mind first to end
the sermon on ‘Salvation by Faith.” In reading the last page,
he changed colour, fell off his chair, and began screaming terri
bly, and beating himself against the ground. The neighbours
were alarmed, and flocked into the house. I came in, and found
him upon the floor, the room being full of people, whom his
wife would have kept without, but he cried aloud, ‘No; let
them all come; let all the world see the just j .dgment of God.”
Two or three men were holding him as well as they could. He
immediately fixed his eyes upon me, and cried, ‘Ay, this is he,
who I said was a deceiver of the people. But God has over
taken me. I said it was all a delusion. But this is no delu
sion. He then roared out, ‘O thou devil! Thou cursed devil! Yea, thou legion of devils ! Thou canst not stay! Christ will
cast thee out. I know his work is begun. Tear me to pieces
if thou wilt, but thou canst not hurt me.’ He then beat him
self against the ground again, his breast heaving at the same
time, as in the pangs of death, and great drops of sweat trick
ling down his face. We all betook ourselves to prayer.