When we think of fervent devotion in Jane’s novels, Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth come to mind. Though they fall “rapidly and deeply in love,” Anne is pressured to break their engagement and Wentworth goes to sea. Years pass, but they never stop loving each other. Captain Wentworth tries to forget Anne but has “never seen a woman since whom he thought her equal” and has only “imagined himself indifferent.”
As for Anne, she regrets giving him up and wishes she had acted differently: “No one had ever come within the Kellynch circle, who could bear a comparison with Frederick Wentworth, as he stood in her memory.” When they finally reunite, they are “more exquisitely happy, perhaps, in their re-union, than when it had been first projected.” Anne and Wentworth do not have a lukewarm kind of affection for one another. Their love has been tested by fire; it is fervent and devoted.
May we be equally united in Thy Faith & Fear, in fervent devotion towards Thee, & in Thy merciful Protection this night.
Are you “limping between two different opinions” as the Israelites were, or are you following God with “fervent devotion”?