The Weeping Prince of the Presence and David's Throne of Fire
An angel sets Rabbi Yishmael in his lap and weeps over Israel's decrees, then carries him to watch King David rise to a throne of fire.
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Sit in My Lap, and I Will Tell You
"My friend, sit in my lap," said Sasgi'el, Prince of the Presence, "and I will tell you what will become of Israel."
Rabbi Yishmael climbed into the angel's lap, and the angel began to weep. The tears ran down from his eyes and fell on the man he was holding, scalding where they landed. Yishmael looked up at the burning face above him. "Splendor of my radiance," he said, "why do you weep?"
The angel did not answer with words. He took Yishmael by the hand and carried him inward, past hall after hall, into the chambers of chambers and the treasuries of treasuries and the storehouses that stand behind them. There he reached down the record-books and opened them across his knees.
The Record-Books of Trouble
The pages were full of troubles, and no two were alike. Yishmael read down the columns. Every line was a different affliction, set out in order, waiting. "These," he said, "for whom are they?"
"For Israel."
"And can Israel withstand them?"
The angel closed the book. "Come tomorrow," he said, "and I will show you troubles worse than these."
On the next day he brought Yishmael back into the house of the treasuries of treasuries and opened the harder ledgers. Now the troubles had names Yishmael knew. Some were marked for death. Some for the sword. Some for famine, and some for captivity in a foreign land. He stood among the shelves with the weight of it pressing on his chest. "Splendor of my radiance," he said, "has Israel sinned so much as this?"
The Amen That Holds the Decree
"Every day," the angel said, "harsher decrees than these are issued anew. Every day the writing grows." He set his hand flat against the sealed door of the innermost chamber, where the freshest sentences waited to go out into the world. "But when Israel enters the synagogues and the houses of study, and answers with a full mouth, 'Amen, may His great Name be blessed,' we do not let them out. We hold them here. The decree is written, and the decree is caught, and it does not cross this threshold."
Yishmael looked at the hand pressed against the door, and at the tears still wet on the angel's face. "Splendor on high," he said, "is there perhaps no remedy for Israel? Nothing but a door held shut?"
The Treasuries of Consolation
Instead of answering, the angel turned and carried him the other way, deeper still, into the treasuries of consolations and the treasuries of salvations. The air changed. Here companies of ministering angels sat at their work. Some wove garments of salvation from threads of light. Some hammered crowns of life and pressed precious stones and pearls into the metal. Others perfumed vessels of spices and sweetened wine in great jars, all of it laid aside for the righteous who had not yet come.
One crown hung apart from the rest. Fixed into its band were the sun and the moon and the twelve constellations, turning slowly in the gold. "This one," Yishmael said, "different from all the others. For whom is it?"
"For David, king of Israel."
"Then show me the glory of David," Yishmael said.
"Wait three hours," said the angel, "until David comes up here, and you will see him in his greatness." And he took Yishmael and set him again in his lap.
Seven Lightnings Running as One
"What do you see?" the angel asked.
"I see seven lightnings," Yishmael said, "running together as one."
"Shut your eyes," the angel said quickly, "so that you do not tremble before the ones who have gone out to meet David." Yishmael pressed his eyes closed. Even so, he felt the heavens move. The ofanim and the serafim shook where they stood. The storehouses of snow and the storehouses of hail trembled, and the clouds of glory, and the constellations and the stars, and the flames of the firmament called Zevul, all of them shuddering at once and crying out together, "For the leader, a psalm of David." Then out of the garden of Eden came a rushing sound, and the sound was saying, "May the glory of the LORD endure for ever" (Psalms 104:31).
The Throne of Fire in the Highest House
And David came, at the head of the procession, and behind him came all the kings of the house of David, each with his own crown on his head. But the crown of David was brighter than all of them, and its light ran from one end of the world to the other. He climbed to the great house of the Omnipresent that stands in the highest firmament, and there a throne of fire had been made ready for him, six hundred parasangs in height, and twice that in length, and twice again in breadth.
David sat down on the throne of fire, facing the throne of his Maker. The kings of his house took their seats before him. The kings of Israel stood at his back. Then David rose and began to sing, and the songs that came out of his mouth were songs no ear had ever heard.
When David opened and said, "The LORD shall reign for ever" (Psalms 146:10), Metatron and all his household answered, "Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts" (Isaiah 6:3). The living creatures answered, "Blessed be the glory of the LORD from His place" (Ezekiel 3:12). The firmaments themselves took up the words, "The LORD shall reign for ever." And all the kings of the house of David answered from their places, "And the LORD shall be king over all the earth" (Zechariah 14:9). The tears in the treasuries were still wet. The decrees were still sealed behind their door. And David sang on his throne of fire, and the fire did not consume him.
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