Ava, a waitress in the restaurant I frequented, told me that her grandmother had passed away.  She wanted to know if I would conduct the funeral service.  I agreed to do the service and asked to meet with the family.  I learned that Sarah, Ava’s grandmother, had been a nurse in a convalescent home.  One day, many years ago, an Auxiliary member (wife of a Gideon) had given her a Testament.  The Testament in my hand was no longer white, but it was still beautiful.