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The Angel of Death's Yom Kippur

Writer: Austin JamesAustin James

Once, long ago, in the heavenly realms, there was much discussion among the angels about a very special day on earth—Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. It was a day when people prayed from their hearts, asking Hashem to forgive their mistakes and help them start fresh. The angels marveled at the power of this day, especially the deep connection between people and their Creator.


But one angel, the Angel of Death, was puzzled. He was not used to seeing people transform. "How can one day change so much?" he wondered. "How can people who make mistakes all year suddenly be forgiven, just like that?"


One year, as Yom Kippur approached, the Angel of Death decided to speak with Hashem. "Master of the Universe," he asked, "I don't understand. My role is to carry out justice. I am called when a person's time is up. But on Yom Kippur, you allow the people to wipe their slates clean. How can it be that one day of prayer and fasting changes Your judgment? Isn't justice strict?"


Hashem listened to the Angel of Death with patience. "I will show you," He said. "Go down to the world on Yom Kippur. Watch what happens. And then, you will understand." So the angel arrived in a small village, where the people had gathered in the synagogue for the Yom Kippur prayers. The Angel of Death hovered near the ceiling, watching closely. The people were dressed in white, standing together, swaying as they prayed. The haunting melody of prayer filled the room, and the Angel of Death saw tears rolling down the faces of men and women, young and old.


The angel noticed one man in particular—a simple villager, not a scholar or a leader. He was bent over in prayer, his hands trembling. "I am not perfect," the man whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I have made so many mistakes. But please, Hashem, give me another chance. I will try harder this year. I will be kinder, more honest. Help me change."

The Angel of Death saw the man’s tears and felt a warmth in the air that he had never felt before. The man’s sincerity moved something deep within the angel. "Could it be," the angel thought, "that this man’s heart is different today than on other days?"


As the day went on, the prayers continued. The people beat their chests gently, confessing their wrongdoings. But something strange began to happen. The more they prayed, the lighter the room felt. It was as if their words were rising up to the heavens, each one carried by invisible wings. The synagogue, once filled with the weight of guilt and mistakes, began to glow with hope and renewal.


Then, just before the final prayer of the day, something even more remarkable occurred. The Angel of Death, still watching, saw a bright light come into the room. He was unsure if the room had gone up to the light or if they light had come down into the room. It was as if the heavens themselves had opened, and a divine presence filled the space.


The man the angel had been watching whispered once more, "Please, Hashem, seal me in the Book of Life. I want to live. I want to do better. Please forgive me."


At that moment, the Angel of Death saw something astonishing. The man’s name, which had been written in the Book of Decrees, began to fade. The judgment that had been set for him was being erased. In its place, new words appeared, written in golden letters: Life.

The Angel of Death was awestruck. He turned back to the heavens and asked Hashem, "Master of the Universe, what have I just witnessed?"


Hashem answered, "You see, on Yom Kippur, I open the gates of mercy. When a person sincerely asks for forgiveness, I am ready to forgive. My justice is perfect, but so is My compassion. The people you saw today, their prayers came from deep within their hearts. Their tears and their promises of change reached Me. I do not ignore the cries of My children. I give them the chance to start anew."


The Angel of Death, who had always thought his role was only about strict justice, now understood something deeper. It wasn’t just about people being punished for their mistakes. It was about people realizing their mistakes, learning from them, and reaching out to Hashem with pure hearts.


"On Yom Kippur," Hashem continued, "even you, the Angel of Death, must step back. Because on this day, My children are not judged by their past mistakes but by their desire to change. And that desire is more powerful than you can imagine."


The Angel of Death nodded and returned to the heavens, filled with awe for this holy day, a day when even the angel of strict judgment was softened by the light of forgiveness and mercy.

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