I’ve done a bit of thinking about mealtime prayers. I think if there’s a prayer in my life that qualifies as a vain repetition, it’s definitely my mealtime prayers. Although I am sincerely grateful for the food and sincerely hope it’s good for me, I don’t think that the sincerity is very…emphatic. Yet if I were in the wilderness and forced to hunt for my dinner and eat meat raw (see Nephi and family), I’d certainly feel a lot more a) enthusiastically grateful for dinner and b) ardently hopeful that the raw meat wasn’t going to do me in. It seems that in that situation, my mealtime prayers would be naturally inclined to be very heartfelt. I’m glad that’s not me. I’m grateful the food in my life is more predictably available and safe and, as a somewhat backward result, grateful that my mealtime prayers have the option of becoming vain repetitions. Because sometimes when we find ourselves forgetting about God, it’s our hint that we’ve got it so good, we’re starting to take things for granted.
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