Apparently, only Minnesotans eat supper. Everyone else’s last meal of the day is dinner.
I eat dinner at noon. Sometimes I eat lunch. Maybe it depends on how much effort I put into the meal; leftovers are lunch. Dinner takes work.
Anyway, as our family has gelled together, we have settled on reciting the following grace before supper:
Come, Lord Jesus,
Be our guest.
And let these gifts
To us, be blessed. Amen.
We tried a whole bunch of other graces from the book aptly titled “Graces” by June Cotner, but we haven’t memorized any of them. There is one, though, that is quite nice:
Thank you for the world so sweet,
Thank you for the food we eat.
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you, God, for everything. Amen.
Meanwhile, Cas is attempting to memorize prayers from Martin Luther’s Small Catechism for his confirmation classes. So we shall try saying this one once in a while:
Lord God, heavenly Father, bless us and these Your gifts which we receive from Your bountiful goodness, through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.
No matter what you call the meal, it’s nice to begin by remembering who is responsible for the feast and being grateful.