Dear God…

As we sat down at the table for dinner, my sixth grade son said, “Let’s pray!”

We had just recently resumed our dinner time prayers and I was surprised to hear one of the children suggest it.

“Sounds good,” I said. “Do you want to say it?”

“Sure,” he said – again, to my surprise.

“Dear God,” he began. “Thank you for this set. {giggle} Oops. {pause} I mean, thank you for this day and for this food set before us. I’m glad I had a good day and I hope you will… um… I hope you will make tomorrow good. And thank you for our day and the food and my family and… and… and everything in the world. Except the kids in Africa.”

My eyes opened as I cautiously waited for what would come next.

“I don’t like that at all,” he said.

I looked up at him and noticed my husband was doing the same.

“That’s just not a good situation there,” he said, and then catching our incredulous stares, he finished. “And, um, amen.”