Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners: Or Brief Faithful Relation Exceeding Mercy God Christ his Poor Servant John

Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners: Or Brief Faithful Relation Exceeding Mercy God Christ his Poor Servant John


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John Bunyan's extraordinary spiritual autobiography

In an age when religious radicalism was regarded as socially subversive, Bunyan's Grace Abounding describes the spiritual regeneration of one who came from 'that rank that is meanest and most despised'. God and Satan are the chief protagonists in Bunyan's drama: they exist not as theological concepts but as terrifyingly immediate adversaries in the competition for Bunyan's soul. 'What care I,' says Satan to Bunyan, 'though I be seven years in chilling your heart, if I can do it at last?' Bunyan finds his spiritual defences not so much in God as in the Bible, and Grace Abounding charts his passionate and imaginative involvement with this ultimate source of spiritual wisdom.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780140432800
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/28/1987
Series: Penguin Classics Series
Pages: 160
Sales rank: 776,644
Product dimensions: 5.12(w) x 7.81(h) x 0.42(d)
Lexile: 1160L (what's this?)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

John Bunyan was born in 1628 in Elstow, England. He was a Baptist preacher and writer, creating about sixty books and tracts including The Pilgrim's Progress, The Holy War, and Grace Abounding. He died in 1688.

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Chapter 1

In this my recounting of the merciful working of God upon my soul, it will not be amiss if in the first place in a few words, I give you a hint of my pedigree and manner of upbringing, so that the goodness and bounty of God towards me may be all the more promoted and magnified before the sons of men. About my ancestry then, it was, as is well known by many, of a low and inconsiderable generation; my father's house was of that class that is lowest and most despised of all the families in the land. Thus I have not here, as others could, boasted of noble blood, or of any highborn state according to the flesh; although, all things considered, I magnify the heavenly Majesty, for by this door he brought me into this world to partake of the grace and life that is in Christ by the gospel. But yet, notwithstanding the inferiority of my parents' humble position, it pleased God to put it into their hearts to send me to school to learn both to read and write. These I also attained according to the rate of other men's children. However, to my shame I confess I did soon lose that little I learned, even almost completely, and that loss was long before the Lord did work his gracious work of conversion upon my soul. As for my own natural life for the time that I was without God in the world, it was indeed according to the course of this world, and by nature children of wrath (Ephesians 2:2-3). It was my delight to be taken captive by the devil to do his will, (2 Timothy 2:26), being filled with all unrighteousness, which did also so strongly work and put forth itself both in my heart and life, that from a child I had few equals, especially considering my tender years, for cursing, swearing, lying, and blaspheming the holy name of God. Yes, so settled and rooted was I in these things that they became as a second nature to me, which, as I have also with soberness considered since, did so offend the Lord, that even in my childhood He did scare and frighten me with fearful dreams and did terrify me with fearful visions. For often, after I had spent the day in sin, I have in my bed been greatly afflicted while asleep with the apprehensions of devils and wicked spirits, who still, as I then thought, labored to draw me away with them, and of which I could never be rid. Also, I would during these years be greatly afflicted and troubled with the thoughts of the fearful torments of hellfire, still fearing that it would be my lot to be found at last among those devils and hellish fiends who are there bound down with the chains and bonds of darkness until the judgment of the great day. When I was but a child of nine or ten years old, these things did so distress my soul, that then, in the midst of my many sports and childish vanities, amid my vain companions, I was often much cast down and afflicted in my mind with them, yet could I not let go of my sins. I was also then so overcome with despair of life and heaven, that I would often wish either that there had been no hell, or that I had been a devil, supposing devils were only tormentors, that if it must be that I went there, I might be rather a tormentor than be tormented myself. A while after those terrible dreams left me, and I soon forgot, for my pleasures did quickly cut off the remembrance of them, as if they never had been, then with more greediness, according to the strength of nature, I still let loose the reins of my lust and delighted in all transgressions against the law of God; so that until I came to the state of marriage, I was the very ringleader of all the youth that kept me company in all manner of vice and ungodliness. Yes, such control had the lusts and fruits of the flesh on this poor soul of mine that, had not a miracle of precious grace prevented, I would have not only perished by the stroke of eternal justice, but also laid myself open even to the stroke of those laws which bring some to disgrace and open shame before the face of the world. In those days the thoughts of religion were very grievous to me. I could neither endure it myself nor that anyone else should, to the extent that when I saw some read in those books concerned with Christian piety, it would be, as it were, a prison to me. Then I said unto God, Depart from me, for I do not desire the knowledge of Your ways (Job 21:14). I was now void of all consideration. Heaven and hell were both out of sight and mind, and as for saving and damning, they were least in my thoughts. Oh Lord, You know my life, and my ways were not hidden from You. But this I well remember, that though I could myself sin with the greatest delight and ease and also take pleasure in the vileness of my companions, yet even then, if I had at any time seen wicked things in those who professed goodness, it would make my spirit tremble. One time stands out above all the rest. I was in the height of vanity, yet upon hearing one swear that was reckoned for a religious man, it had so great an impact upon my spirit that it made my heart ache. God did not utterly leave me, but followed me still, not with convictions, but judgments, yet such were mixed with His mercy. Once I fell into a creek of the sea and hardly escaped drowning. Another time I fell out of a boat into the Bedford river, but mercy yet preserved me alive. Another time when I was in the field with one of my companions, it chanced that an adder passed over the highway. Having a stick in my hand, I struck her over the back, and having stunned her, I forced open her mouth with my stick and plucked her sting out with my fingers. By that act, had not God been merciful unto me, I might by my desperateness have brought myself to my end. The following also I have taken notice of with thanksgiving. When I was a soldier, I with others was selected to go to such a place to besiege it. But when I was just ready to go, one of the company desired to go in my stead. When I had consented, he took my place. Coming to the siege, as he stood sentinel, he was shot in the head by a musket ball and died. Here as I said, were judgments and mercy, but neither of them did awaken my soul to righteousness. Therefore I sinned still, growing more and more rebellious against God and careless of my own salvation.

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John Bunyan is best known for The Pilgrim's Progress, the great allegorical tale we all remember from English class. This book is the reality behind the fantasy, or the author's personal autobiography that inspired the fictional narrative of Christian. I call it an autobiography only to the extent that St. Augustine's Confessions might be called that, for it is a spiritual autobiography after the manner of Confessions, but very different as well. John Bunyan, perhaps more so than any other literary figure in history, has captured in writing the struggles every Christian goes through at some point or other in his or her lifetime. Echoing Martin Luther and foreshadowing John Wesley, Bunyan exhaustively apprehends and skillfully sets down in writing the elusive and often perplexing wrestling of conscience that results when a sinner begins to reckon with a holy God. He boldly tackles the difficult passages of the Bible, which he believed to be the very Word of God, and painstakingly works to overcome the 'Giant Despair' which assaults him and seeks to use the very words of the Bible against him to discourage his pursuit of God by smothering his assurance of salvation in Christ. For those who have read Pilgrim's Progress, this work is less entertaining and requires more diligence to read through. For the believing Christian who has ever felt hopeless or an unhealthy fear of condemnation, this book will assure you that you are not alone.
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So so
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