Part of this reading grabs my attention. Jacob's words: "The years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty. My years have been few and difficult, and they do not equal the years of the pilgrimage of my fathers."
Today, the years of my pilgrimage are about half those of Jacob when he greeted, blessed, and/or took leave of Pharaoh. My years have not been so difficult, and although I don't think of them as few, in the long run they aren't so many either. Jacob hadn't lived as long as his ancestors. I don't know whether I expect to live as long as my ancestors or not. Science and medicine seem to be on my side. Human life expectancy in this part of the world has been increasing from year to year.
It's a good life, but I hope for a better one.
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