I was out to dinner with some friends, some from the lab I work in and some I didn’t know. Long story short, when the food arrived, someone perked up and asked if we should say grace. I kept my thoughts to myself and decided I would not join, but my friend interjected. (He’s a genius with electronics and one hell of a thinker).
I can’t remember word for word but I’ll paraphrase to the best of my abilities.
“If you think we should be thankful, then I suggest we each thank the hands of the cooks that put together this delicious food on our table. To the farmers that work throughout the year to feed not only their families but their fellow citizens. To the suppliers that work day and night to make sure the food gets to us safely and efficiently. That’s the real miracle we should be thankful for. It’s never made sense to me that people fleetingly thank the real contributors of a meal, and then give all the credit to something that had no part in it.”
There was no argument afterwards, just the nod of heads in the silent acknowledgment that something very wise had been said.