By Kat Daniel on
5/26/2010 10:27 AM
During most of my growing up years, my mother led a family grace at breakfast and my dad took over grace at dinner, each having their own favorite expression of thanksgiving for a family gathered around the table to share a meal. The words weren’t nearly as important as the ritual, just as what was on the table wasn’t nearly as important as the fact that there something to eat, even in the leanest of times. My dad was a factory worker, a union man, and strikes interrupted our lives on occasion, meaning that we had strike fund money to eat on (not much for a family of five) and would see a lot of rice, beans, and bologna sandwiches until the strike was over. I remember being hungry, and I remember being incredibly grateful when my mom put those bowls of rice or beans, or those bologna sandwiches on our table.
We kids said grace at lunchtime just as soon as we were old enough to learn the well-worn prayer:
“God is great, God is good, and we thank Him for this food,
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