A 44-second stare is a long one; possibly intimidating, uncomfortable, even maddening. I watched a few days ago as Prime Minister of Israel, Benjamin Netanyahu, took such a stance before the United Nations. He preceded the stern stare with these words:
Seventy years after the murder of 6 million Jews, Iran’s rulers promised to destroy my country, murder my people; and the response from this body — the response from nearly every one of the governments represented here — has been absolutely nothing,” a defiant Netanyahu said. “Utter silence. Deafening silence.
I admire Mr. Netanyahu. His passionate speeches inspire me. His recent stare, and his words utter silence and deafening silence made an impact on me; on my mind, my emotions, on my soul.
For one day–of a surety the day will come–the eyes of the Almighty will bore into mine, and in that great silence–the silence of the ages–I must give account of my life on this earth.
And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened; and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
I cringe when I consider that moment. I shudder to think of the opening of “my book.” The eyes of God will surely be riveted on me. Screaming around me will be the silence of the ages.
Enter twins: Grace and Mercy.