Angel Cake Yet tears to human suffering are due; “The life of every human being is precious to Me,” I said in My mid-range voice that falls somewhere between the conversational “How’s the weather today, Noah?” and My bone-quaking burning bush voice-over. I surveyed the motley scattering of souls trembling before me, each a mere pin-prick of light. “That said, it is now time to determine your eternal destiny. Will council please draw nigh unto Me?” Munkir, My prosecuting angel, and Nakir, angel for the defense, approached. Their ethereal presence mingled with the swirling colors of the aurora borealis serving as My judicial robes. Nakir presented the first soul for judgment. “My Lord, in life Monique Silverberg was a loving wife and mother, actively involved in her synagogue and community. Her every thought and deed focused on improving herself for the benefit of her loved ones.” One of the infinitesimal points of light glowed proudly. Munkir countered, “My Lord, as always, my esteemed colleague attempts to gild a bad egg. Monique Silverberg’s every thought and deed was about Monique Silverberg. She would not lift a single manicured finger for her synagogue or her community unless she gained recognition and honor. Her concept of a loving family was a Gucci wallet full of photos she could show off to her mahjong club. She packed her kids off to boarding school as soon as they could tie their shoes. She married for money, re-married for more money, and cheated at canasta. Her death resulted from complications arising from a seventh surgical attempt to lift that which nature intended to let fall.” Its glow fading, the pin-prick looked petulant. I never elaborate when handing down My verdict. “Descension,” I intoned, and Monique Silverberg’s soul sank down and out of My sight. |