Prayers, Green Bean Casseroles, Social Media and Evolution.

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There  we sat, dinner was finally on the table, all the family gathered around at Easter/Christmas/Thanksgiving/4-H Steer of the Year/Grandma cured her hemorrhoids/ whatever  . . .  with all my favourite dishes set out on the table.  We could not wait to dig in.  My mouth was watering, my brother was drooling more than normal, and grandma already had her teeth in and ready to go.

And then someone would say, “Wait, Wait!  We have to say grace!”

And several people would smile but their legs would kick out underneath the table in the general direction of the person who spoke.

And everyone would have to bow their head and some tattle tale would tell on someone whose eyes were not closed tight and their head not bowed and then there would be the argument of “how would you know that unless your head was not bowed and your eyes were opened,” and the pot and the kettle would scream, and the parents would insist everyone close their eyes and then there would have to be a grace period while a responsible adult checked to make sure.  After the “all clear” pronouncement someone would be asked to say prayer and it would always end up being “Aunt Maude,” even though I had already fervently been pre-praying “please please God don’t let it be Aunt Maude.”

I am not sure what the point of praying is when you have just scientifically proven that God does not answer prayers.

Some people argue when people ask them to be the “one.”   They say things like “no, I couldn’t, really . . .  I said it last year, how about giving Jimmy a turn?” but not my Aunt Maude.  She was going to pray.  I actually believed that if anyone ever had been asked to say prayer, she would have WWF wrestled them for it … and won.  So Aunt Maude would start praying.  She would being by recapping the entire worlds history since her last family prayer.  Think power point presentation/home movies except she described every picture because pictures were not allowed on account of someone made the rule that praying was not praying if your eyes were open.  Then she would move onto the the thank-you’s and letting the Lord know we had noticed what was happening around us.  Evidently there must be some kind of prize for letting the Lord know you can see his hand in everything.  I think the Lord’s hand preceded Waldo.  And then the requests for family, friends, neighbours, their pets – both those here and those passed,  and people we drove by on the street or stood next to in a grocery line once begin.  Eventually the food gets mentioned, but not just the food in general, every ingredient, the process involved in getting it to the table in its current state and the lack of those things prior that make you grateful for the current rich abundance.

And an hour would pass.

And mom’s famous green bean casserole would get cold and congealed and my mouth was dry, my brother was normal drooling and grandma had taken her teeth back out and dropped them in Grandpa’s water and fallen asleep.  Uncle Bob had actually left the table and was watching the football game in the other room with the dog.

But that was back in the day.  Now, people are not so big on the praying … and if they are … it is brief and many people are already dishing up anyway, without teeth, and in front of the TV, watching the football game, because we don’t listen to one another talk, let alone pray.

But people still have to pause before eating.  Everyone at the table has to pulls out a cell phones and take pics of the food set on the table, then dished out on their plate, half eaten, and then completed. You have to photograph it, think of something incredible to say, and then get it onto social media somewhere because you know the whole world is dying to know what you are having for lunch.  There is even a Pinterest category for green bean casserole and people write things like “WOW” and “mmmm,”   because people have replaced God with food and pics in their esteem.  Eyes are wide open in this modern world because no-one likes those pics where the camera catches you with your eyes shut … or your lips unpursed … or hair untossed.

But before you go patting each other on the back on our apparent evolution as human beings you should think about the cost of modern technology.

We love our food.  And we love to share our food … well not the actual food … just the pictures of our food.  It is very spiritual and social of us.  A good enough picture of our food and people envy us and weep over their ramen noodle lunch.  It is a status symbol.  We don’t share our real photos, or real contact,  but we certainly share our food pics.

And sometimes, we even find a picture of God IN the green bean casserole.  That is called irony.  It is a sign and then some and somewhere, up there, both God and Aunt Maude smile and high five one another.  They probably take a selfie and post it on Snap Chat.

Now that is progress.

In a totally socially networked kind of way ….

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