Prayers before meals have become somewhat redundant. The kids have gotten into a rut and seem to have the exact same prayer for every meal. Not unlike many of us adults. So, The Calm One and I have been trying to instill in our chickadees that praying is a conversation, not just an oral recitation.
I do believe that it is sinking in. And some of the bedtime prayers, especially have been long winded and all inclusive. Which may have more to do with stalling than any leap of spirituality.
I'm just sayin'.
And that reminds me of a funny story . . .
Have you heard about 4-year-old Sammy who was asked to return thanks before Sunday dinner? The family members bowed their heads in expectation, and he began his prayer:
"Thank you God for all my friends: Joey, an' Susan, an' Billy, an' Tommy," and on and on he went, naming each friend one by one.
Next he thanked God for Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister, Grandma, Grandpa, and all his aunts and uncles.
Finally he got to the food.
"Thank you God for the turkey, an' the dressing, an' the fruit salad, an' the pies, an' the Cool Whip..."
And then he paused.
The pause was almost deafening, and all eyes were focused on young Sammy with his head still bowed in prayer.
Finally (almost when Father was about to interject an "Amen"), Sammy looked up at his mother and asked, "If I thank God for the broccoli, won't he know that I'm lying?"
And then, a little off-topic, but still humorous . . .
A pastor was recently invited by a member of his congregation to their farm home for dinner. They had just finished an excellent meal (chicken and dumplings) when the pastor saw a rooster strutting through the yard.
"That's certainly a proud-looking rooster," the pastor commented.
"Yes, sir," replied the farmer. "He has reason to be proud: one of his sons just entered the ministry!"