Traveling through that Famous Continent of Universe

The Holy War, in Modern English: Episode 1

In my travels, as I walked through many regions and countries, I came to that famous continent of Universe. It was a very large and roomy country: lying between the two poles, and just among the four points of heaven. It is a place well-watered, and richly adorned with hills and valleys, bravely situated, and for the most part, at least where I was, very fruitful. It was also well populated and possessed a very sweet atmosphere.

The people have different ethnic backgrounds. They speak different languages and practice different religions. They differ as much, it is said, as the planets do themselves. Some are right and some are wrong, even as it is in lesser regions.

It was my opportunity, as I said, to travel in this country; and my journey was so long there, I even learned much of their mother tongue, that is, their main language, as well as their customs and manners. And, to tell the truth, I was very delighted to see and hear many things which I saw and heard among them. Yes, I surely even lived and died as a native among them (since I was so captured by their behavior). If my Master had not called me to come home to His house, to serve Him, I would have stayed longer.

Now there is in this gallant country of Universe a beautiful, yet fragile town, a community called Mansoul; a town built quite curiously— situated as vast as eternity itself and privileged with blessings because of its origin— and like the continent which I mentioned before, there is not its equal under all of heaven.

This town is situated just between the two worlds; and the first Founder and Builder of it, as far as I understand, has been written in the best and most authentic records, was one Shaddai; and He built it for His own delight. He made it the reflection and glory of all He made. It was the crowning achievement beyond anything else He did in that country. Yes, so excellent a town was Mansoul when first built, it is said by some, the angels came down to see it after it had been set up and they sang for joy. And as He made it so good to behold, Shaddai gave the town dominion over all the country round about. Ineed, all were commanded to acknowledge Mansoul for their metropolitan and all were instructed to honor it. Truly, the town itself had positive commission and power from her King to demand service of all, and also to subdue any who neglected that responsibility.

A famous and majestic palace was raised in the middle of this town; for strength, it might be called a castle; for joy, a paradise; for space and location, a place so abundant as to contain all the world. King Shaddai intended this place for Himself alone and no one else; partly because of His own delights, and partly because He didn’t want the terror of strangers to come upon the town. Shaddai also made this place a fortress, but only commanded the men of the town to protect it.

The walls of the town were well built so firm and steadfast, and were knit so close together, had it not been for the townsmen themselves, the walls could not have been shaken or broken at all. For here is the excellent wisdom of Him who built Mansoul— that the walls could never be broken down nor hurt by the strongest wicked king unless the townsmen consented to it.