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
Wherefore, sometimes when Mansoul did use to be frighted with the
thundering voice of the Recorder that was, and when they did tell
Diabolus of it, he would answer, that what the old gentleman said was
neither of love to him nor pity to them, but of a foolish fondness that
he had to be prating; and so would hush, still, and put all to quiet
again. And that he might leave no argument unurged that might tend to
make them secure, he said, and said it often, ‘O Mansoul! consider that,
notwithstanding the old gentleman’s rage, and the rattle of his high and
thundering words, you hear nothing of Shaddai himself;’ when, liar and
deceiver that he was, every outcry of Mr. Recorder against the sin of
Mansoul was the voice of God in him to them. But he goes on, and says,
‘You see that he values not the loss nor rebellion of the town of
Mansoul, nor will he trouble himself with calling his town to a reckoning
for their giving themselves to me. He knows that though you were his,
now you are lawfully mine; so, leaving us one to another, he now hath
shaken his hands of us.
‘Moreover, O Mansoul!’ quoth he, ‘consider how I have served you, even to
the uttermost of my power; and that with the best that I have, could get,
or procure for you in all the world: besides, I dare say that the laws
and customs that you now are under, and by which you do homage to me, do
yield you more solace and content than did the paradise that at first you
possessed. Your liberty also, as yourselves do very well know, has been
greatly widened and enlarged by me; whereas I found you a penned-up
people. I have not laid any restraint upon you; you have no law,
statute, or judgment of mine to fright you; I call none of you to account
for your doings, except the madman—you know who I mean; I have granted
you to live, each man like a prince in his own, even with as little
control from me as I myself have from you.’
And thus would Diabolus hush up and quiet the town of Mansoul, when the
Recorder that was, did at times molest them: yea, and with such cursed
orations as these, would set the whole town in a rage and fury against
the old gentleman. Yea, the rascal crew at some times would be for
destroying him. They have often wished, in my hearing, that he had lived
a thousand miles off from them: his company, his words, yea, the sight of
him, and specially when they remembered how in old times he did use to
threaten and condemn them, (for all he was now so debauched,) did terrify
and afflict them sore.
But all wishes were vain, for I do not know how, unless by the power of
Shaddai, and his wisdom, he was preserved in being amongst them.
Besides, his house was as strong as a castle, and stood hard by a
stronghold of the town: moreover, if at any time any of the crew or
rabble attempted to make him away, he could pull up the sluices, and let
in such floods as would drown all round about him.
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