I keep getting reminded of a time during my undergrad when I had a meal with some buddies over at that Seafood place on University and Highway 6.
After I blessed the food a friend, one of my Indan buddies, caught me off guard when asked he me why I did that and seemed to be disturbed by it. I was speechless so I just apologized to him to make him feel better.
A friend of mine at church had a similar experience.
Why is this so?
Grace doesn't change the food. If he wanted to say a prayer to his own god for the food, he could have said one. I wouldn't care. I'd still go ahead and eat and be merry.
After I blessed the food a friend, one of my Indan buddies, caught me off guard when asked he me why I did that and seemed to be disturbed by it. I was speechless so I just apologized to him to make him feel better.
A friend of mine at church had a similar experience.
Why is this so?
Grace doesn't change the food. If he wanted to say a prayer to his own god for the food, he could have said one. I wouldn't care. I'd still go ahead and eat and be merry.