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
‘Gentlemen,’ quoth he, ‘it is my master’s happiness that he has this day
a quiet and teachable auditory; and it is hoped by us that we shall
prevail with you not to cast off good advice. My master has a very great
love for you; and although, as he very well knows, that he runs the
hazard of the anger of King Shaddai, yet love to you will make him do
more than that. Nor doth there need that a word more should be spoken to
confirm for truth what he hath said; there is not a word but carries with
it self-evidence in its bowels; the very name of the tree may put an end
to all controversy in this matter. I therefore, at this time, shall only
add this advice to you, under and by the leave of my lord;’ (and with
that he made Diabolus a very low congee;) ‘consider his words, look on
the tree and the promising fruit thereof; remember also that yet you know
but little, and that this is the way to know more: and if your reasons be
not conquered to accept of such good counsel, you are not the men that I
took you to be.’
But when the townsfolk saw that the tree was good for food, and that it
was pleasant to the eye, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, they
did as old Ill-pause advised; they took and did eat thereof. Now this I
should have told you before, that even then, when this Ill-pause was
making his speech to the townsmen, my Lord Innocency (whether by a shot
from the camp of the giant, or from some sinking qualm that suddenly took
him, or whether by the stinking breath of that treacherous villain old
Ill-pause, for so I am most apt to think) sunk down in the place where he
stood, nor could be brought to life again. Thus these two brave men
died—brave men, I call them; for they were the beauty and glory of
Mansoul, so long as they lived therein; nor did there now remain any more
a noble spirit in Mansoul; they all fell down and yielded obedience to
Diabolus; and became his slaves and vassals, as you shall hear.
Now these being dead, what do the rest of the townsfolk, but, as men that
had found a fool’s paradise, they presently, as afore was hinted, fall to
prove the truth of the giant’s words. And, first, they did as Ill-pause
had taught them; they looked, they considered they were taken with the
forbidden fruit; they took thereof, and did eat; and having eaten, they
became immediately drunken therewith. So they open the gate, both
Ear-gate and Eye-gate, and let in Diabolus with all his bands, quite
forgetting their good Shaddai, his law, and the judgment that he had
annexed, with solemn threatening, to the breach thereof.
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