“Me suppose dat it is to tink much about Jesus Christ, to love him much, to believe all he says to be true, to pray to him very much; and when me feel very weak and very
sinful, to tink dat he is very strong and very goot, and all dat for my sake.”
“And have you such a faith as you describe?”
“Oh, massa! me tink sometimes me have no faith at all.”
“Why so, William?”
“When me want to tink about Jesus Christ, my mind run about after oder tings; when me want to love him, my heart soon quite cold; when me want to believe all to be true what he says to sinners, me den tink it is not true for me; when me want to pray, de devil put bat, very bat thoughts into me; and me never tank Christ enough. Now all dis make me sometimes afraid I have no faith.”
I observed a very earnest glow of attention and fellow-feeling in some countenances present, as he spoke these words I then said—
“I think, William, I can prove that you have faith, notwithstanding your fears to the contrary. Answer me a few more questions.
“Did you begin to think yourself a great sinner, and to feel the want of a Saviour, of your own self, and by your own thoughts and doings?”
“O no; it came to me when me tink noting about it, and seek noting about it.”