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 — John Shaqi
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
As for my Lord Mayor, though he was an understanding man, and one too
that had complied with the rest of the town of Mansoul in admitting the
giant into the town, yet Diabolus thought not fit to let him abide in his
former lustre and glory, because he was a seeing man. Wherefore he
darkened him, not only by taking from him his office and power, but by
building a high and strong tower, just between the sun’s reflections and
the windows of my lord’s palace; by which means his house and all, and
the whole of his habitation, were made as dark as darkness itself. And
thus, being alienated from the light, he became as one that was born
blind. To this, his house, my lord was confined as to a prison; nor
might he, upon his parole, go farther than within his own bounds. And
now, had he had a heart to do for Mansoul, what could he do for it, or
wherein could he be profitable to her? So then, so long as Mansoul was
under the power and government of Diabolus, (and so long it was under
him, as it was obedient to him, which was even until by a war it was
rescued out of his hand,) so long my Lord Mayor was rather an impediment
in, than an advantage to the famous town of Mansoul.
As for Mr. Recorder, before the town was taken, he was a man well read in
the laws of his king, and also a man of courage and faithfulness to speak
truth at every occasion; and he had a tongue as bravely hung as he had a
head filled with judgment. Now, this man Diabolus could by no means
abide, because, though he gave his consent to his coming into the town,
yet he could not, by all the wiles, trials, stratagems, and devices that
he could use, make him wholly his own. True, he was much degenerated
from his former king, and also much pleased with many of the giant’s laws
and service; but all this would not do, forasmuch as he was not wholly
his. He would now and then think upon Shaddai, and have dread of his law
upon him, and then he would speak against Diabolus with a voice as great
as when a lion roareth. Yea, and would also at certain times, when his
fits were upon him, (for you must know that sometimes he had terrible
fits,) make the whole town of Mansoul shake with his voice: and therefore
the now king of Mansoul could not abide him.
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