THE CHRISTIAN UNDER A SENSE OF GUILT--BUNYAN'S EXPERIENCE

I had no sooner began to recall to my mind my former experience of

the goodness of God to my soul, but there came flocking into my mind

an innumerable company of my sins and transgressions; amongst which

these were at this time most to my affliction, namely, my deadness,

dulness, and coldness in holy duties; my wanderings of heart, my

wearisomeness in all good things, and my want of love to God, his

ways, and his people, with this at the end of all: "Are these the

fruits of Christianity? Are these the tokens of a blessed man?" Now,

I sunk and fell in my spirit, and was giving up all for lost; but,

as I was walking up and down in the house, as a man in a most woful

state, that word of God took hold of my heart, "Ye are justified

freely by his grace, through the redemption that is in Jesus

Christ." But Oh, what a turn it made upon me.

Now was I as one awakened out of some troublesome sleep and dream;

and listening to this heavenly sentence, I was as if I had heard it

thus spoken to me: "Sinner, thou thinkest that, because of thy sins

and infirmities, I cannot save thy soul; but behold, my Son is by

me, and upon him I look, and not on thee, and shall deal with thee

according as I am pleased with him." At this I was greatly

enlightened in my mind, and made to understand that God could

justify a sinner at any time; it was but his looking upon Christ,

and imputing his benefits to us, and the work was forthwith done.

And as I was thus in a muse, that scripture also came with great

power upon my spirit, "Not by works of righteousness that we have

done, but according to his mercy he saved us." Now was I got on

high; I saw myself within the arms of grace and mercy; and though I

was before afraid to think of a dying hour, yet now I cried, "Let me

die;" now death was lovely and beautiful in my sight, for I saw we

should never live indeed till we reach the other world. Oh,

methought, this life is but a slumber, in comparison of that above.

At this time also I saw more in these words, "heirs of God," than

ever I shall be able to express while I live in this world. HEIRS OF

GOD! God himself is the portion of the saints. This I saw and

wondered at, but cannot tell you what I saw.

Sometimes I have been so loaded with my sins, that I could not tell

where to rest nor what to do; and at such times I thought it would

have taken away my senses; but God, through grace, hath so

effectually applied the atonement of Jesus to my poor wounded,

guilty conscience, and I have found such a sweet, solid, sober,

heart-comforting peace, that it hath made me rejoice exceedingly;

and I have for a time been in a strait and trouble, that I should

love and honor him no more, the virtue of whose blood hath so

comforted my soul.

My sins have at times appeared so great, that I have thought one of

them as heinous as all the sins of all the men in the world. Reader,

these things are not fancies, for I have smarted for this

experience; yet the least believing view of the blood of Jesus hath

made my guilt vanish to my astonishment, and delivered me into sweet

and heavenly peace and joy in the Holy Ghost.

Sometimes when my heart hath been hard, slothful, blind, and

senseless--which are sad frames for a poor Christian--then hath the

precious blood of Christ softened, enlivened, quickened, and

enlightened my soul.

When I have been loaded with sin and harassed with temptations, I

had a trial of the virtue of Christ's blood, with a trial of the

virtue of other things; and I have found that when tears, prayers,

repentings, and all other things could not reach my heart, one

shining of the virtue of his blood hath in a very blessed manner

delivered me. It hath come with such life and power, with such

irresistible and marvellous glory, as to wipe off all the slurs,

silence all the outcries, and quench all the fiery darts and flames

of hell-fire, that are begotten by the charges of the law, Satan,

and doubtful remembrances of a sinful life.

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