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Praying for the World Richard Baxter
My
soul is much more afflicted with the thoughts of the miserable world, and
more drawn out in desire of their conversion than heretofore. I was wont
to look but little further than England in my prayers, as not considering
the state of the rest of the world; or if I prayed for the conversion of
the Jews, that was almost all. But now as I better understand the case of
the world, and the method of the Lord’s Prayer, so there is nothing in the
world that lies so heavy upon my heart as the thought of the miserable nations
of the earth. It is the most astonishing part of all God’s providence to
me, that he so far forsakes almost all the world and confines his special
favour to so few; that so small a part of the world has the profession of
Christianity, in comparison of heathens, mahometans and other infidels! And
that among professed Christians there are so few that are saved from gross
delusions, and have but any competent knowledge: and that among those there
are so few that are seriously religious, and truly set their hearts on heaven.
I cannot be affected so much with the calamities of my own relations or the
land of my nativity, as with the case of the heathen, mahometan, and ignorant
nations of the earth. No part of my prayers are so deeply serious, as that
for the conversion of the infidel and ungodly world, that God’s name may
be sanctified, and his kingdom come, and his will be done on earth as it
is in heaven; Nor was I ever before so sensible what a plague the division
of languages was which hinders our speaking to them for their conversion;
nor what a great sin tyranny is which keeps out the Gospel from most of the
nations of the world. Could we but go among Tartarians, Turks, and Heathens,
and speak their language I should be but little troubled for the silencing
of eighteen hundred Ministers at once in England, nor for all the rest that
were cast out here, and in Scotland and Ireland. There being no employment
in the world so desirable in my eyes, as to labour for the winning of such
miserable souls: which maketh me greatly honour Mr. John Eliot, the Apostle
of the Indians in New England and whoever else have laboured in such work.
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