drst:
Were you taught to say any sort of prayer or blessing before meals, when you were a child? If so, what was it? All the kids in my family learned this:
God is great, God is good.
Let us thank him for our food.
By his hand we are fed.
Give us, Lord, our daily bread.
Amen.
When I lived at my aunt’s, we used to do the Lord’s Prayer (I think that’s the name in English. The ‘Our Father…’ one). We stopped doing it sometime in the late nineties’, no idea why. Maybe because I wasn’t a little kid anymore? *shrug* Nowadays we make a short silence when we have lunch at my other aunt’s, because she does believe in blessing the mealtime out loud.
Personally, I do a silent blessing. I’ve spent too long being a nominal Catholic, and then too long working with Southern Baptists not to believe that starting a meal with positive vibes can only be good.
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My grandparents did a mealtime prayer with my dad, and he just did it with us. I think my mum learned the same one when she was a kid too. It went like this,
Come Lord Jesus,
be our guest.
Let these gifts,
to us be blessed.
Amen.
Now my mom’s dad, he was the best. His prayer’s before meals were always something along the lines of:
‘Father, Son, and Holy Ghost- first one here, gets the most!’
Sounds similar to my Daddy’s version of a mealtime prayer –
Good bread, good meat. Good God, let’s eat!!
The prayers among my family and friends tend to be improvised, but many years ago I was at a dinner hosted by a family who were Episcopalian (if memory serves). There was a brief prayer, and then we all sang the doxology, which I thought was kind of neat.
Catholics:
*sign of the Cross*
“Bless us, O Lord,
And these, Thy gifts,
Which we are about to receive from Thy bounty,
Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.”
*sign of the Cross*
Catholics:
*sign of the Cross*
“Bless us, O Lord,
And these, Thy gifts,
Which we are about to receive from Thy bounty,
Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.”
*sign of the Cross*
ahahaha.. I can confirm. I can still hear this in my father’s voice.
And then there were the Thanksgivings with the evangelical side of the family with my pastor uncle with his Texas twang who would go off on freeform riffs of thankfulness, family, and food.
Hearseeno 