Fire roars. Smoke tails through the clouds like whippings and lashings. But the Iron Dome defense zilches the rockets into tin scraps.
The Great City shakes.
“That'll do them. Ha!" Asmodeus, King of darkness, pummels his fists.
"I’ll wipe you out from this face of the earth!" Asmodeus clasps his fists to the heavens. The militant Asmodians assail curses at the people of King HaShem.
“You should know by now, Asmodeus. No weapon formed against My Land, Yitzrel, shall prosper.”
Asmodeus, gritting his teeth, miserably thumps his clawed fingers. “Like dogs, these brainless people follow You, King HaShem.”
“They are the heritage of My servants. Their righteousness is from Me. Thus, I’ve chosen to live among My people in the Land.”
A dull thud blows Asmodeus blistering face. “I will chase them down.”
“Do that. And I will give you to them.”
“Give ‘em to me as you did in World War II regime.”
“I heard their cry for mercy. Never again will I do that.”
King HaShem gathered Yitzrel, as promised, to His Land. “My servants delight in My Law. While I live among them, I will bless.”
Violent jabs tottered at Asmodeus’ chest.
Today, Shabbat, Asmodeus gets bored with no one to mess with. He could try if he dared. But he'd rather not. The last time he did, an angry lightning burned his heinous face.
Rocket missiles still hurl from all directions outside the Great City. They thud against the walls and the Dome.
The Land shakes.
The people in the Kingdom rest in their King’s presence. On Friday evenings, rockets beyond the Dome appear like firecrackers in the night sky. What a spectacular backdrop!
They celebrate Shabbat in the Great City’s Square. No one runs to hide. There’s peace. And all day, King HaShem visits with Angel Peace and Angel Praise: to dine with the townsfolk and with their families celebrating the rest the King decreed. There are dancing, singing, tambourines, trumpets, drums, and all kinds of stringed instruments playing.
The highlight of Shabbats are Torah readings and the King telling stories to the townsfolk. The children love it the most. Yitzrel’s life is in these folk stories.
Everyone is festive!
The people of the Great City of Yitzrel bask in the life flowing from the radiance of HaShem.
“I’m glad.” HaShem tells His people.
“Bless You, O, gracious King HaShem! For You know each one of us.” Women in the Kingdom praise. Sweet singing in the hearing of King HaShem.
Booming thuds in the sky. Nope. The people don’t notice.
Asmodeus, king of darkness sulks. He tries to disturb the peace, rest and festivities. The people will not budge. For six thousand years, they’ve been used to the King’s beautiful music and stories. They choose to ward off noises to distort their attention to rest on their celebrations with King HaShem.
The mountains, the birds dance with the people to praise HaShem at the sound of the His Name. The heavens and the earth, animals and plants understand. The elements of every minute substance, the right timing of seasons of life, the cycles of life understand. They yield to the love of their King and His gift of Shabbat.
They have not known repining from their design to praise their King.
Asmodeus cut through the music, and he whispers, “Don’t You think, King Hashem, that You’ve imposed legalism on them silly ones?”
“I AM HaShem. My Spirit assures them that I’m very pleased that they believe Me. By the way, I created them in My image. Don’t you ever call names I neither allowed you, nor anyone else to call them. Do you understand?”
“Y-e-e-e s-s” Asmodeus sounds like a twang of a broken guitar string. He spews scowls. “Humph! They’ll forget Your Law and order and the endless stories. Who'll remember them?”
King HaShem raises His finger, “Shhh, listen.”
Ever patient King HaShem speaks. “Look at My people. They love Me. I’ll do everything to protect them.”
Children’s happy excitement. Mothers ready their families. “Let’s get going, prepare for this special Day. King HaShem will come and visit us, dine with us. He will tell us many good things and blessings.”
“Yepeey! Stories, Mama!” The older children left the babyish ways to their younger siblings. But they always look forward to the King’s storytelling.
Asmodeus resigns to a yelp.
“Now, will you excuse Me, I have Shabbat to attend to.”
And the King’s ministers usher Asmodeus out of King HaShem’s Great City.
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