What We Choose to Pray For
When I was in seventh grade I took a school trip to Costa Rica. I saw many amazing things on that trip: rainforests, tropical animals, volcanic eruptions, death-defying mountain roads. But despite the beauty of the country and the quality of the experience, one thing above all others sticks in my mind about that trip.
When we were on the bus, going from one place to another, I saw one of my fellow travellers take a granola bar out of his pack. This was a perfectly normal thing, until he bowed his head and said a little prayer before consuming the pre-packaged morsel.
I greatly admire his faith, and would never want to ridicule someone for giving thanks, but to this day I can’t help but think,
“God didn’t make that. Nabisco did!”