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
Also things began to grow scarce in Mansoul; now the things that her soul
lusted after were departing from her. Upon all her pleasant things there
was a blast, and burning instead of beauty. Wrinkles now, and some shows
of the shadow of death, were upon the inhabitants of Mansoul. And now, O
how glad would Mansoul have been to have enjoyed quietness and
satisfaction of mind, though joined with the meanest condition in the
world!
The captains also, in the deep of this winter, did send by the mouth of
Boanerges’ trumpeter a summons to Mansoul to yield up herself to the
King, the great King Shaddai. They sent it once, and twice, and thrice;
not knowing but that at some times there might be in Mansoul some
willingness to surrender up themselves unto them, might they but have the
colour of an invitation to do it under. Yea, so far as I could gather,
the town had been surrendered up to them before now, had it not been for
the opposition of old Incredulity, and the fickleness of the thoughts of
my Lord Willbewill. Diabolus also began to rave; wherefore Mansoul, as
to yielding, was not yet all of one mind; therefore they still lay
distressed under these perplexing fears.
I told you but now that they of the King’s army had this winter sent
three times to Mansoul to submit herself.
The first time the trumpeter went he went with words of peace, telling
them that the captains, the noble captains of Shaddai, did pity and
bewail the misery of the now perishing town of Mansoul, and were troubled
to see them so much to stand in the way of their own deliverance. He
said, moreover, that the captains bid him tell them, that if now poor
Mansoul would humble herself and turn, her former rebellions and most
notorious treasons should by their merciful King be forgiven them, yea,
and forgotten too. And having bid them beware that they stood not in
their own way, that they opposed not themselves, nor made themselves
their own losers, he returned again into the camp.
The second time the trumpeter went, he did treat them a little more
roughly; for, after sound of trumpet, he told them that their continuing
in their rebellion did but chafe and heat the spirit of the captains, and
that they were resolved to make a conquest of Mansoul, or to lay their
bones before the town walls.
He went again the third time, and dealt with them yet more roughly;
telling them that now, since they had been so horribly profane, he did
not know, not certainly know, whether the captains were inclining to
mercy or judgment. ‘Only,’ said he, ‘they commanded me to give you a
summons to open the gates unto them.’ So he returned, and went into the
camp.
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