The Holy War, Made by King Shaddai Upon Diabolus, for the Regaining of the Metropolis of the World; Or, The Losing and Taking Again of the Town of MansoulBunyan, John
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The Holy War, Made by King Shaddai Upon Diabolus, for the Regaining of the Metropolis of the World; Or, The Losing and Taking Again of the Town of Mansoul
Bunyan, John
Christian fiction; Soul; Spiritual warfare -- Fiction
Well, when the Sabbath day was come, they went to hear their subordinate
preacher; but oh, how he did thunder and lighten this day! His text was
that in the prophet Jonah: ‘They that observe lying vanities forsake
their own mercy.’ But there was then such power and authority in that
sermon, and such a dejection seen in the countenances of the people that
day, that the like hath seldom been heard or seen. The people, when
sermon was done, were scarce able to go to their homes, or to betake
themselves to their employs the week after; they were so sermon-smitten,
and also so sermon-sick by being smitten, that they knew not what to do.
He did not only show to Mansoul their sin, but did tremble before them,
under the sense of his own, still crying out of himself, as he preached
to them, ‘Unhappy man that I am! that I should do so wicked a thing!
That I, a preacher! whom the Prince did set up to teach to Mansoul his
law, should myself live senseless and sottishly here, and be one of the
first found in transgression! This transgression also fell within my
precincts; I should have cried out against the wickedness; but I let
Mansoul lie wallowing in it, until it had driven Emmanuel from its
borders!’ With these things he also charged all the lords and gentry of
Mansoul, to the almost distracting of them.
About this time, also, there was a great sickness in the town of Mansoul,
and most of the inhabitants were greatly afflicted. Yea, the captains
also, and men of war, were brought thereby to a languishing condition,
and that for a long time together; so that in case of an invasion,
nothing could to purpose now have been done, either by the townsmen or
field officers. Oh, how many pale faces, weak hands, feeble knees, and
staggering men were now seen to walk the streets of Mansoul! Here were
groans, there pants, and yonder lay those that were ready to faint.
The garments, too, which Emmanuel had given them were but in a sorry
case; some were rent, some were torn, and all in a nasty condition; some
also did hang so loosely upon them, that the next bush they came at was
ready to pluck them off.
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