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Grace

When I grew up I said a prayer before bed, often listened to by my mom or dad, or my grandma.  After I said my prayers, they would “tuck me in” and kiss me goodnight.  This was a nightly ritual. 

 We also said a prayer at the evening meal or “supper” as we called it.   We always folded our hands and bowed our heads.  It became routine and sometimes my mind would wander and I would think about other things.  I found myself praying out of habit rather than conviction.  With that being said, prayer was always done with reverance and humility.  After all I was talking to God, thanking him and asking him.  As I grew older, prayer became more personal and private, but saying grace at the evening meal  was a tradition that did not waver.  Over the years we joined hands together instead of folding hands separately.  I don’t know exactly how that began, but I know that I liked it.  It was a connection each and everyday made with each other and with God that occured no matter how we felt.  We might be mad, sad, angry or hurt, but we still joined hands and said a simple prayer of thanks.  For a number of years instead of saying the accepted short grace, we would say a more personal prayer at mealtime, offering thanks for specific things that had occured during the day, or asking for God’s help and direction.  Some people are comfortable with that…others are not.  Regardless, taking a moment  during the day to connect with each other and with God is important.

 

A grace is a short prayer said before or after a meal thanking God for his provision.  The term most commonly refers to Christian traditions, but it can also be found in nearly every other religion and culture. 

A Catholic grace said before eating:  Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

A Grace that I grew up saying:  Come, Lord Jesus, be our Guest, and let these gifts unto us be blessed. Amen.

Is it important to be reverent when we pray?  I think yes.  When we come to God we should show respect and reverence.  We honor his authority and greatness.  It is a time to give God our undivided attention and talk to him.

I suppose that I shouldn’t be bothered when there are crazy ways of saying grace.  At least grace is being said, but it does bother me.  Sometimes I actually cringe when grace becomes a joke.  Maybe I am wrong, but that is how I feel.  I am not God’s pal,  I am his child.    There are times in life to be funny, be loud, be crazy, and there are times to be quiet, thoughful, and respectful. I think that the short time that we take to talk to God before our meal warrants our engagement and respect.

 

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