We are a multireligious, multiethnic family. We used to say "God is great, God is good, etc...", but one day my older dd misunderstood what we were saying, and our grace evolved into this:
[We hold hands with the person next to us, and we shake hands to the beat of our chant]
God is great, God is good,
God is dancing in our food.
God is good, God is great,
God is dancing on our plate.
Amen. [then louder] AMEN!
Funny how a child's not understanding the words to our old grace became something that reflects the common thread in our spiritual hearts: that God is everything, everywhere, including our food, and is instrumental in our food getting to us, and God has a good sense of humor and affection for us.
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