Seeing my wife’s face in repose after making me tea and a soft-boiled egg to relieve my stomach troubles is the epitome of the Savior’s generosity in the trials of old age. I didn’t do any great deeds to deserve this. It’s just been good luck all along.
At least that’s what it seems. We little appreciate what we have from the Jewish heritage, a Savior who offered himself as the ultimate sacrifice of them all under the Old Testament. The result has been Western Civilization, rocky at times like in Seattle, Washington, but I’m still grateful for a 4th of July.