Jack was in charge of planning and cooking a dinner for his scout troop to pass off a requirement. Roger and I were invited. While we sat by a campfire in his scout leader's backyard, Jack cooked up some hot dogs on the grill.
He decided to say the blessing on the food himself. "Thank you for the food. Please don't let it kill us."
Our hearts are all still beating. Good job, Jack!
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Hm. I'm fairly certain I've said that same prayer when eating food cooked by my kids. And I'm still kicking. I guess we both have our testimonials on the power of prayer.
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