Shmuli The Angel
Shmuli was known amongst the holy angels in heaven as the clumsy, befuddling, angel of the masses. Though he was crafted with the same hands of the Lord like all the angels on high, they reviled him for his ways. But one day, Shmuli got a chance.
On one eve, when the entire masses of angels were called upon to give testimony and praise of God’s glory and name amongst the heavens and earth, Shmuli was given a high honor. He was to bear the light of the Torah up to the celestial Alter on high. Other angels felt that this opportunity, revered amongst all angels for its honor, grace, and proximity to the Lord, was too great to be bestowed upon Shmuli. Though the angels knew that he too was crafted by the same Holy Hands of the Lord, felt that his light was not bright enough, nor his song profound enough to merit this deed.
Yet, he was chosen by the the manager of ministering angels, Meetrown, to deliver this sacred light to the alter. All the angels knew better than to question the big macher, Meetrown, who received order directly from The King. On that day, while Shmuli was on his way to carry light, during the recitation of “Holy, Holy, Holy, King of Hosts” was uttered, he stood nervously before the King of Kings, and the theatre of the worlds; a stage that carried all the angels, souls, cherubs, seraphs… Agape, Shmuli glimpsed the profundity of existence, recognizing its grandeur, but also his minuteness.
He received the nod to approach the holy throne. Star struck, he began to ascend. Then, while moving, he tripped over his foot, and let the light spill out, sending galaxies of light across the firmament. The angels gasped in horror. Immediately, whispers ran through the angels that Shmuli should be called Fooly, Angel of the Lame.
The Lord stood, sending tsunamis of silence throughout the halls of heaven. Never having witnessed the Lord stand, all the angels trembled in fear at the affect of Shmuli’s folly. While the Lord stood, all the ministers of high expected the Lord to mete out punishment. Shmuli, aghast and terrified, clenched his holy garment. To everyone’s surprise, the Lord said, “And It is good!”
Most angels stood confused, save a few who kept their positions with solemnity and strength. The Lord then knelt down, and stirred the stars like cream in a cup of black coffee. He then spoke ten utterances that reverberated throughout the worlds, melting walls of the firmament, dispersing shards of light like fireworks in a July sky.
The Lord then stood and said to his hosts, “See!, and witness,” and the lord moved behind his throne and withdrew a curtain that revealed a mountain, a people, and a law. “This day will forever be known!” Through the curtain, all the angels understood that the spilled light ended as the glory of the Lord, resting on the humble mountain, before the humbled humans. And then the Angels understood: the Lord has his ways.
Finally before sitting, the Lord addressed Shmuli the Angel, and said, “You shall now be known as OzerHa’Or (helper of the light).” Grace touched Shmuli. Since then, he has drifted through the heavens, pouring light unto our world.
In honor of Shavuot, I decided to compose an allegory for us to play, dream, and think with. This day marks the end of the period of longing, and the beginning of the receiving. I encourage anyone to share their interpretation of the story, and ask the question: “What can we learn about Shmuli, and how can this lesson apply to us as Jews and people on Shavuot?”