Grace

My family has developed quite an annoying habit over the past year or so. That habit is saying grace before dinner. It’s basically thanking the Christian god for the food we’re eating. Which, of course, makes absolutely no sense.

Humans have been farming for about 50,000 years, well before any gods were dreamed up. The process hasn’t changed much. After it’s grown, it gets shipped to the supermarket where I buy it, bring it home, and cook it. No god involved anywhere in that process. So, instead of thanking your invisible friend in the sky, why not thank me? If you don’t, you might just find something not too edible on your next plate. Ask your god to fix that. See what happens.

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