Wesley Corpus

Wesley Collected Works Vol 11

AuthorJohn Wesley
Typetreatise
YearNone
Passage IDjw-wesley-collected-works-vol-11-420
Words399
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Free Will
He said, “O Polly, shall I ever see the day when thou must be carried out to bury? How will the little things which thy tender care has prepared for me, in every part of the house, wound and distress me! How is it? I think I feel jealousy I am jealous of the worms | I seem to shrink at the thought of giving my dear Polly to the worms.’ “Now all these reflections returned upon my heart, with the weight of a millstone. I cried to the Lord, and these words were deeply impressed on my spirit: ‘Where I am, there shall my servants be, that they may behold my glory.’ This promise was full of comfort to my soul. I saw that in Christ's immediate presence was our home, and that we should have our re-union in being deeply centred in him. I received it as a fresh marriage for eternity: As such, I trust for ever to hold it. All that day, whenever I thought of the expression, “to behold my glory, it seemed to wipe away every tear, and was as the ring whereby we were joined anew. “Awaking some time after, he said, ‘Polly, I have been thinking it was Israel's fault that they asked for signs. We will not do so; but, abandoning our whole selves to the will of God, will lie patiently before him; assured that he will do all things well.’ “‘My dear love,’ said I, “if ever I have done or said anything to grieve thee, how will the remembrance wound my heart, if thou shouldest be taken from me!’ He entreated me, with inexpressible tenderness, not to allow the thought ; declaring his thankfulness for our union, in a variety of words written on my heart, as with the adamantine pen of friend ship deeply dipped in blood. “On Wednesday, after groaning all day long, under the weight of the power of God, he told me, he had received such a manifestation of the full meaning of those words, “God is love,’ as he could never be able to express. “It fills my heart, said he, “every moment. O Polly, my dear Polly, God is love / Shout ! shout aloud I want a gust of praise to go to the ends of the earth ! But it seems as if I could not speak much longer.