Thanksgiving Post

At the table, eating at home, we usually take a minute or two to reflect on the days events and our good fortune, in the form of a simple doxology.

Several years ago, when my daughter was little, we had dinner with some of my friends, people without any religious affiliation. Before the meal commenced my little girl (who was about four years old) chirped "Aren't we going to say grace?"

After a moment of awkwardness, my secular friends suggested that I do the honors. I managed to utter a non-religious expression of unfocused gratitude that I hoped would not offend. It sounded more like a bad socialist poem in honor of farm laborers.

So on this holiday, in the company of family and friends, let us reflect on the good fortune we enjoy, and the agro-industrial complex and the workers who have played a role in bringing our feast to table. And, because it couldn't cause any harm, may this "prayer" drift upward in gratitude.