Posted 29 September 2006on:
The Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur is the climax of the 10 day period of repentance that begins with Rosh Hashanah, the Day of Judgement. These 10 days of reflection and inspiration bring us to the eternal message that it is possible for man to improve his character. They speak to us about our ethical conscience and moral responsibility, about self-examination and spiritual regeneration.
We are repeatedly reminded that Yom Kippur brings pardon for sins between man and G-d. It cannot bring forgiveness, as long as no attempt has been made, to repair the hurt inflicted upon one’s fellow man. The wrongdoer must first win pardon from the person wronged. Therefore it is the custom to mend quarrels and beg forgiveness of one another for any wrong committed, intentionally or otherwise. This custom is particularly observed on the eve of the festival.
As I have written before in a previous post, if I have offended or upset anybody please accept my heartfelt apology; please find it in your heart to forgive me.
This is also a very sad time for me… it is the first anniversary, the Yahrzeit of the death of my father, of blessed memory. Jewish tradition assigns the day of death, and not the birthday, for remembrancee because the life of a person can best be evaluated at the end of his journey on earth.
It is our custom, minhag, it is not a law, that we light a candle on the eve of the day and it remains burning for 25 hours, that is until sunset the next day. Judaism sees the similarity between a candle’s flame and a soul. The connection between flames and souls derives from the Book of Proverbs 20:27 “The soul of man is the light of G-d “ Just as a flame is never still, the soul also continuously strives to reach up to G-d. Thus, the flickering flame of the Yahrzeit candle helps to remind us of the departed soul of our loved one.
A year has passed, but I put my hand on my heart and say I don’t think I have started grieving yet. Maybe because I am caught up in a whirl of activity with my now widowed mother, my adult children and their enormous adult problems, or maybe because I am still grieving the death of my marriage.
However, there is joy amongst the sorrow and with the bitter there is the sweet. The greatest legacy is children and their sweet innocence…. the latest Raven Production couldn’t be downloaded, so please click here to see what Bridgitte has put together… I know I’m biaised, I am the devoted booba who basks in the glory of her little Israeli grandchildren.
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend and to those of my faith Shabbat Shalom and I wish you well over the Fast.