Wesley Collected Works Vol 8
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | treatise |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-wesley-collected-works-vol-8-237 |
| Words | 395 |
How often in the mid-career of your vice have you
felt a secret reproof, which you knew not how to bear, and
therefore stifled as soon as possible ! 18. And did not even this point at an hereafter; a future
state of existence? The more reasonable among you have no
doubt of this; you do not imagine the whole man dies together;
r though you hardly suppose the soul, once disengaged, will
dwell again in a house of clay. But how will your soul subsist
without it? How are you qualified for a separate state? Sup
pose this earthly covering, this vehicle of organized matter,
whereby you hold commerce with the material world, were now
to drop off! Now, what would you do in the regions of immor
tality? You cannot eat or drink there. You cannot indulge
either the desire of the flesh, the desire of the eye, or the pride
of life. You love only worldly things; and they are gone, fled
as smoke, driven away for ever. Here is no possibility of sen
sual enjoyments; and you have a relish for nothing else. O
what a separation is this, from all that you hold dear! What
a breach is made, never to be healed ! But beside this, you are unholy, full of evil tempers; for
you did not put off these with the body; you did not leave
pride, revenge, malice, envy, discontent, behind you, when
you left the world. And now you are no longer cheered
by the light of the sun, nor diverted by the flux of various
objects; but those dogs of hell are let loose to prey upon your
soul, with their whole unrebated strength. Nor is there any
hope that your spirit will now ever be restored to its original
purity; not even that poor hope of a purging fire, so elegantly
described by the heathen poet, some ages before the notion was
wevived among the doctrines of the Romish Church. Aliae panduntur inanes
Suspensae ad ventos; aliis sub gurgite vasto
Infectum eluitur scelus, aut eruritur igni. Donec longa dies, perfecto temporis orbe,
Coneretam eremit labem, purumque reliquit
AEthereum sensum, atque aurai simplicis ignem."
19. What a great gulf then is fixed between you and happi
ness, both in this world and that which is to come! Well may
you shudder at the thought !