IMHO it get's to perhaps the heart of the matter.
What really is prayer?
Is it a shopping list of requests to a big sky-daddy?
If not, then what is it?
What is prayer, what is it for, and how do you do it?
Since answer to prayer is often the believer's answer to the critics, and there's evidentally a different definition being used here, what the heck really is prayer?
Whatever prayer is, I do wish pray-ers would all decide that, rather than "thanking" God for their food, they'd petition, implore, yay even beg God to feed the people for whom food really isn't a "given". Maybe even a little peaceluvandharmony while we're at it
That's what's been on my mind about prayer lately... especially this obsession with praying over meals. Food is no more essential than air or water (in fact less), but no one prays over every breath, or every glass of water. What's more, the food really should be *there*, for there to be any quality of life, and for most of us in the west, it is. Once you are appreciative of the essentials, is it really essential to keep reminding God that you're apreciative? No. We do it cuz our mommies and daddies and priest and priestessessess did it. We humans are a bunch of mindless copy-cats. Now I'm depressed.
I don't really believe it would bring about a supernatural feeding of the starving children, but if there is anything at all to prayer, anything, it seems to me that this would be a better channel for the collective spirituality of the world than the waaaaaaaaaay overdone prayers that God has been hearing for the last several thousand years of egocentric (read: selfish) judeo-christianity.
Perhaps God is just waiting for people to step up to the plate and actually care as much for their neighbor as they do for themselves? The Supreme being of leisure may just be up there tapping his creative fingers, sighing "one day, my little experiments-in-conciousness are going to wake up and freaking get over themselves"?
I recently saw the most ridiculous sight of my life take place in a fast-food joint; two men, not gay men either, wearing some sort of matching casual work attire, sat down with their whataburgers (and presumably diet-cokes, since even I will allow that that is a gift from the Gods) a few tables away from my own. Out of my subconcious the voice of one of them caught my attention as my ears began to pick up the unmistakeable drone of a person in prayer. I looked over, and these two men were holding hands, eyes closed as one prayed for the both of them. The pray-er even did that old familiar "prayer shuffle", searching around for words to make his supernatural thank you card more original, less rote (we all know what that's like), and at some point in the shameful display I'm sure I heard the words ".... and all good...uhmm....stuff" come spilling out. I so wanted to go witness to them.
btw, peanut butter and soy bacon sprinkles; now that's nutty.