Pristine Grace

A False Assurance
by George Whitefield

    I know by sad experience what it is to be lulled asleep with a false peace. Long was I lulled asleep.  Long did I think myself a Christian, when I knew nothing of the Lord Jesus Christ.  I used to fast twice a-week.  I used to pray sometimes nine times a day.  I used to receive the sacrament constantly every Lord's day.  And yet I knew nothing of Jesus Christ in my heart.  I knew not I must be a new creature.  I knew nothing of inward religion in my soul.