Two weeks ago, while visiting London, my wife and I, along with our longtime friends and traveling companions, had the opportunity to visit John Wesley’s Chapel and House, along with The Museum of Methodism. For me it was a moving experience, to see the beginnings of the Methodist Movement. It is a part of my spiritual genealogy.
On May 24, 1738, John Wesley walked into a meeting on Aldersgate Street carrying a heart full of questions. He was a minister, a missionary, a man of discipline and devotion -- yet still unsure of the God who loved him. And then, as he listened to a simple reading from Luther’s preface to Romans, something unexpected happened. Wesley wrote in his journal, “I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone, for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death.” In that moment for Wesley grace moved from head to heart, from concept to encounter. Christ became not just the Savior of the world, but his Savior.
Wesley’s experience echoes the promise of Romans 5:5: “God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” Not trickled. Not rationed. Poured. God’s love does not wait for our certainty; it meets us in our searching.
There are days when faith may feel like a flickering candle -- thin, trembling, almost swallowed by the draft of doubt. But the God who warmed Wesley’s heart is the same God who warms ours. He does not demand perfection. He invites trust. He whispers assurance. He pours love.
Today, pause and let this truth settle in: God is not far off. He is near, ready to kindle warmth where your heart feels cold, ready to assure you that Christ is enough -- fully, freely, forever. May your heart, like Wesley’s, be strangely warmed again.
-- Rev. David T. Wilkinson, SOUND BITES Ministry™
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