He Has the Whole World in His Hands

"He has the whole world in His hands." We have to cling to this truth that "we have nothing to fear" for if we do not, then all's lost, my dear. Though the high and lofty mountains topple to the ground, though the vast ocean runs dry, unfettering the mighty Leviathan, arousing him from his deep and dark watery domain, all living things have long sensed this day would come. But the exact time, the exact hour? Were we not to know? Was only the L-rd G-d to have knowledge of this event? Did He aspire to just let us wander about our days, just let us go about our ways, giddy in ignorance? Or did He provide us with signs? If so, were we discerning enough to pick them out? Were we discerning enough to read them? Were we discerning enough to heed them? One wonders....Ah, the Angels of Good and Evil...the Increase of G-d, ready to set Humanity's record straight; to requite all the wrongs we ever committed. This endless sea of towering, unmoving, steadfast, solemn beings, unwavering in their mission, powerful faces chiseled in stone. Resolute in fulfilling G-d's command, they silently stand their ground...facing off across a giant, yawning abyss, assembled shoulder to shoulder, these two groups, placed precisely atop two pinnacles, and convened at two very strategic battle points. Thousands of them, no, millions, I don't know, there is no way to count them. With axes to grind and weapons, "of the very finest kind," they wait, they wait, and they wait. The sky is roiling, boiling, like a giant serpent, as it's recoiling. Blustery, angry clouds and a monster wind is hurling chunks of debris through the air. The ground is badly beaten. Rocks and pebbles, like jagged shards of glass, explode in the atmosphere, like a fine wine glass. Earthquakes unsteady us, flashes of lightning tear up the sky, so brilliant, so white-hot, they sear the all-seeing eye. This is followed by heart-stopping, pulse pounding, deafening roars of thunder that never seem to stop. Everything is shaking badly. The sun, we can barely see it at all anymore. Slowly it makes it descent in the western sky. But now its face has turned ugly. It's purple and brown and black and red, adding to our sense of dread. It is struggling to get its rays out, but to no avail...and now the hail starts its tremendous downpour. Nothing escapes its deadly deluge, nothing, except the angels, whom the L-rd of Hosts has protected from all that is happening. Nothing touches them. For they are not yet ready to do His bidding; for He has not yet given the command. For the time is not yet right and the hour is not quite midnight.