Edwards says elsewhere:
“I am bold to say that the work of God in the conversion of one soul, considered together with the source, foundation, and purchase of it, and also the benefit, end, and eternal issue of it, is a more glorious work of God than the creation of the whole material universe.”
Emerson writes:
“When we see a soul whose acts are regal, graceful, and pleasant as roses, we must thank God that such things can be and are, and not turn sourly on the angel and say: Crump is a better man, with his grunting resistance to all his native devils.”
True enough. Yet Crump may really be the better Crump, for his inner discords and second birth; and your once-born “regal” character, though indeed always better than poor Crump, may fall far short of what he individually might be had he only some Crump-like capacity for compunction over his own peculiar diabolisms, graceful and pleasant and invariably gentlemanly as these may be. ↩
G. A. Coe: The Spiritual Life, New York, 1900. ↩
G. A. Coe: The Spiritual Life, New York, 1900, p. 112. ↩
G. A. Coe: The Spiritual Life, New York, 1900, p. 144. ↩
I piece together a quotation made by W. Monod, in his book La Vie, and a letter printed in the work: Adolphe Monod: I., Souvenirs de sa Vie, 1885, p. 433. ↩
Martin Luther: Commentary on Galatians, ch. III verse 19, and ch. II verse 20, abridged. ↩
In some conversions, both steps are distinct; in this one, for example:—
“Whilst I was reading the evangelical treatise, I was soon struck by an expression: ‘the finished work of Christ.’ ‘Why,’ I asked of myself, ‘does the author use these terms? Why does he not say “the atoning work”?’ Then these words, ‘It is finished,’ presented themselves to my mind. ‘What is it that is finished?’ I asked, and in an instant my mind replied: ‘A perfect expiation for sin; entire satisfaction has been given; the debt has been paid by the Substitute. Christ has died for our sins; not for ours only, but for those of all men. If, then, the entire work is finished, all the debt paid, what remains for me to do?’ In another instant the light was shed through my mind by the Holy Ghost, and the joyous conviction was given me that nothing more was to be done, save to fall on my knees, to accept this Saviour and his love, to praise God forever.”
Autobiography of Hudson Taylor
I translate back into English from the French translation of Challand (Geneva, no date), the original not being accessible. ↩
Tolstoy’s case was a good comment on those words. There was almost no theology in his conversion. His faith-state was the sense come back that life was infinite in its moral significance. ↩
J. H. Leuba: American Journal of Psychology, VII 345–347, abridged. ↩
Dwight: Life of Edwards, New York, 1830, p. 61, abridged. ↩
W. F. Bourne: The King’s Son, a Memoir of Billy Bray, London, Hamilton, Adams & Co., 1887, p. 9. ↩
Consult William B. Sprague: Lectures on Revivals of Religion, New York, 1832, in the long Appendix to which the opinions of a large number of ministers are given. ↩
C. G. Finney: Memoirs, p. 34. ↩
These reports of sensorial photism shade off into what are evidently only metaphorical accounts of the sense of new spiritual illumination, as, for instance, in Brainerd’s statement:
“As I was walking in a thick grove, unspeakable glory seemed to open to the apprehension of my soul. I do not mean any external brightness, for I saw no such thing, nor any imagination of a body of light in the third heavens, or anything of that nature, but it was a new inward apprehension or view that I had of God.”
In a case like this next one from Starbuck’s manuscript collection, the lighting up of the darkness is probably also metaphorical:—
“One Sunday night, I resolved that when I got home to the ranch where I was working, I would offer myself with my faculties and all to God to be used only by and for him. … It was raining and the roads were muddy; but this desire grew so strong that I kneeled down by the side of the road and told God all about it, intending then to get up and go on. Such a thing as any special answer to my prayer never entered my
