Maybe it’s just a coincidence that America’s 250th birthday falls on the Jewish Sabbath. But let’s assume, in the interest of a more interesting column, that it is a kind of divine intervention that July fourth falls on a Saturday. What might this divine message be? For me, it is simply that the Jewish Sabbath has what America needs most at the moment. A taste of gratitude. Not anger. Not division. Not politics. Just gratitude.