Capitolo 55
Fletcher. He writes as him alive. I cannot say me that I know such another
ecclesiastical in England or Ireland. He is every fire, but it is the fire of
with love. His/her writings, as his/her continuous conversation they don't breathe anything
other, to those that you/they read him/it with an impartial eye."
The controversy was a lot of to be deplored on account of the personnel
element drew to all the points, still Fletcher is clear and eloquent
writings in his "Controls" they were a service excellent rhesus to the Cristiano
faith. Once more to quota Wesley:--
"In his 'it Checks to Antinomianism', one don't know whether to admire more
--the _purity_ of the language, the _strength_ and _clearness_
of the matter or the _mildness_ and _sweetness_ of the
spirit that breathes through the whole one. Insomuch that me nothing
wonders to a serious cleric that, being clarified to live and to die
in his/her his/her own opinion, when he was pressed for reading them, he/she answered, 'No,
I will never read the "Controls" of the Mr. Fletcher, for if me I should be
of his/her mind.'"
In January, 1773, a commemorative letter was written to the Vicar of
John's Wesley Madeley, asking to him to become his/her successor as leader
and head of the Methodist people. Indeed, the venerable Father of
The Methodism would have had its immediate help, for its letter it concludes:--
"Without conferring, therefore with meat and blood, comes and
you strengthen the hands, comforts the heart, and divides the jobs of "Your
affectionate friend and brother, "John WESLEY."
The answer of Fletcher was provisional; not completely a refusal, still not a
acceptance:--
"I would not leave this place", him concluded, in it replies, "without a
strong persuasion that the time is _quite_ comes. Not that God
use very here me, but I have not sufficiently clarified still my
conscience from the blood of all the men. In the meantime, I implore the God to
drive me from Your suggestion, and does me it will go wherever, or
in any place, to be anything or nothing.