A New Kind of Grace (Continued)
But Eric bowed his head, closed his eyes, and reached for my mother's and grandmother's hands. Mom acquiesced to the change in tradition, and so I followed, like a sheep following the herd. Around the table I saw heads bow one by one. As Eric started to speak, I lost myself in the heat and dancing flames of the candles before me, noting every flicker and flare.
“Lord bless this lovely meal, which your servants are about to receive. Please bless everyone in this room, and everyone in our hearts and in our thoughts, with love, longevity, happiness, and prosperity,” he said quietly, as though God was an old friend. I found myself not only listening to his prayer, but also making it mine.
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