Three Flavors of Grace

I happened to be remembering a stint I served as a summer camp counselor during my college years. At this camp, every meal was preceded by a little sung grace. It varied according to morning, noon, and evening, but they all ended with "Thanks be to God, who gives us bread."

My mischievous mind proposes some variants on that. The grace for citizens of communist countries: "Thanks be to the government, who gives us bread."

Or the humanist grace: "Thanks be to the farmer, who gives us bread."

Now, that one would make better sense to me. Farmers are under-recognized for what they do.

Copyright (c) 2011 by Richard Stein