Grace before meals

What is your preferred prayer to use before meals (or after meals)? Do you say it silently in your head or out loud (even if inaudibly), and do you bow your head or put your hands together in prayer when you pray it?
I have a bit of obsessive compulsive personality traits when it comes to religion (I used to have active OCD, but that’s a long story). Because of this, I tend to make my prayers very long and repetitive and try to cover all my bases. Currently I pray the traditional RC grace before meals (Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord), and the RC grace after meals, but before the meal because otherwise I would forget (We thank thee for all thy benefits, O almighty God, who livest and reignest world without end. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.) and the Lutheran/Moravian common table prayer (Come Lord Jesus, be our Guest, and may these thy gifts to us be blessed.) and a traditional Anglican prayer (Bless, O Father, thy gifts to our use, and us to thy service, for Christ’s sake. Amen) and the sign of the cross, but silently in my head without actually signing myself.
How do you pray at mealtime and us it different when alone, when with family or friends, when among colleagues, or when among strangers? Do you pray silently or aloud, and do you do anything with your hands or bow your head or close your eyes? How long does your prayer take? Does it matter if the people with you are Christian or not, or if you think they will be put off by prayer or not, especially by a traditional prayer, even if they are Christian? I worry that my obsessive compulsive manner of prayer makes me seem very sanctimonious and hypocritical (looking at the rest of my life), so maybe it’s best if I keep it silent?
Part of the reason that I use so many prayers is that I don’t want to use my own words (that will send my OC tendencies into overdrive) and I want to make sure that I a. Ask God to bless the food, b. Ask God to bless me/us, c. Thank God for food and other blessings, d. Ask that this meal strengthen me to serve God and others, e. Make the prayer trinitarian by more than just doing the sign of the cross, f. Pray for the faithful departed, g. Personally invoke and invite Christ to the table, g. maybe invoke the Holy Spirit too? I’m also not sure if I should add a Marian prayer to what I am already praying or not because that kind of thing is important to me. Shouldn’t I also be praying for the poor and hungry as well, or is it wrong to pray for them when I eat when what I should be doing is working to make sure they are fed? And what about the long list of people and problems in the world I should be praying for as well as things I should be thankful for? And should I be making more use of Scripture in my prayer at mealtime?
I wasn’t raised in a family that prayed much, so I don’t have much of an example to follow. I’m curious what Christians do who are just being Christian and not thinking so hard about how to be a Christian.
I have a bit of obsessive compulsive personality traits when it comes to religion (I used to have active OCD, but that’s a long story). Because of this, I tend to make my prayers very long and repetitive and try to cover all my bases. Currently I pray the traditional RC grace before meals (Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord), and the RC grace after meals, but before the meal because otherwise I would forget (We thank thee for all thy benefits, O almighty God, who livest and reignest world without end. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.) and the Lutheran/Moravian common table prayer (Come Lord Jesus, be our Guest, and may these thy gifts to us be blessed.) and a traditional Anglican prayer (Bless, O Father, thy gifts to our use, and us to thy service, for Christ’s sake. Amen) and the sign of the cross, but silently in my head without actually signing myself.
How do you pray at mealtime and us it different when alone, when with family or friends, when among colleagues, or when among strangers? Do you pray silently or aloud, and do you do anything with your hands or bow your head or close your eyes? How long does your prayer take? Does it matter if the people with you are Christian or not, or if you think they will be put off by prayer or not, especially by a traditional prayer, even if they are Christian? I worry that my obsessive compulsive manner of prayer makes me seem very sanctimonious and hypocritical (looking at the rest of my life), so maybe it’s best if I keep it silent?
Part of the reason that I use so many prayers is that I don’t want to use my own words (that will send my OC tendencies into overdrive) and I want to make sure that I a. Ask God to bless the food, b. Ask God to bless me/us, c. Thank God for food and other blessings, d. Ask that this meal strengthen me to serve God and others, e. Make the prayer trinitarian by more than just doing the sign of the cross, f. Pray for the faithful departed, g. Personally invoke and invite Christ to the table, g. maybe invoke the Holy Spirit too? I’m also not sure if I should add a Marian prayer to what I am already praying or not because that kind of thing is important to me. Shouldn’t I also be praying for the poor and hungry as well, or is it wrong to pray for them when I eat when what I should be doing is working to make sure they are fed? And what about the long list of people and problems in the world I should be praying for as well as things I should be thankful for? And should I be making more use of Scripture in my prayer at mealtime?
I wasn’t raised in a family that prayed much, so I don’t have much of an example to follow. I’m curious what Christians do who are just being Christian and not thinking so hard about how to be a Christian.
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Come, Lord Jesus, our Guest to be,
And bless these gifts bestowed by thee.
And with thy daily bread impart
Thy love and peace to every heart.
That was my father’s standard blessing.
If I’m alone or in a restaurant, I tend to use one of short ferial graces of some of the the Oxbridge colleges—Benedictus benedicat (“May the Blessed One give a blessing”)—either in my head or in a low voice.
As for my prayers, it's usually a silent "Thank you, Lord" before eating unless I'm with family, when it's either my husband's extempore and brief thanks, or my son or my "Come, Lord Jesus..." as you quoted. But that's incredibly common in this Lutheran-thick city.
I used to worry what the onlookers would think or not think, but have now gotten to the "ah, feck it" point. I think it's a mistake to try to use grace as evangelism, though. Nobody's likely to inquire, even if they are curious--it looks private. And it takes the focus away from the one you're talking to.
In restaurants, my family of origin always did what my parents called “Quaker blessings”—a short bit of silence with heads bowed. These days, if we’re out with others, my wife will typically say something simple like “Thank you God for this food” or “Thank you God for this food and for friends” before we all start eating.
I would echo @Nick Tamen especially with the use of Oxbridge college graces. It also occurs to me that using Latin might help avoid getting stuck inside your own head too. Benedictus benedicat seems like a good option. Aside from anything else, praying for longer than your meal takes to eat doesn't seem like a good idea, and if it's hot it would be a shame if it went cold due to a long grace.
"Thank you God, for yummy supper" or lunch, or whatever.
See the brainwashing bit? It still is our go-to when in public places where anything much longer feels too pious, as Nick Tamen said.
At home by myself: "O Christ our God, bless the food and drink of your servants, for you are holy, now and into the ages of ages. Amen."
But all too often when on my own, I forget to say any thanks after the meal
I don't really "do" grace now, as not all my household are Christian. I do rather like the legend surrounding St Baithéne that he would murmur “Deus in adjutorium meum intende” (“O God, come to my aid”) every second bite while eating.
Insert your own joke about a family member’s lack of cookery skills here…
Though I do like the grace our child-minder taught our young children
In the mouth
Round the gums
Look out tummy,
Here it comes.
Given that Baithéne was a monk and his nearest family was St Columba...
Though, actually, given he was running the monastery for Naughty People in Tiree for much of his life I wouldn't be surprised if that quality of monastic catering was a bit variable.
I am all for brevity. You don't want the food to get cold.
We also used The Blessing Cup on birthdays, holidays, first or last day of school, to celebrate an achievement or the like. We had (and still have) a particular pottery cup that was bought (at a place special to the family) and used only for that purpose. We have sometimes given the book, perhaps with a cup, to friends or family when they had their first baby.
We have what I think must be the same dice here- I bought it years ago at a retreat centre. It's mainly used when we have grandchildren here as they don't really do grace at home apart from the two in NZ whose father is a vicar.
When I was a lad, we said (before a meal)
Thank you for the world so sweet,
Thank you for the food we eat,
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you, God, for everything.
After the meal we would say:
Thank God for my nice breakfast/dinner/tea (delete as appropriate).
Please may I get down?
I kid you not.
Oh Cthulhu I remember that. Horrid thing. I wasn't convinced the world was sweet (as the gazelle said as the lion brought it down). It's just to rhyme with the next line isn't it?
And did you have to wait for his permission, or was it suspiciously channelled through parents?
(What did you say if the meal had not been nice - e.g. my school's sweet and sour pork*)?
*It had tubes and things in it and it was Lilac**. I have no idea how they managed to do that, and really wished they hadn't tried.
**we had it once when we were doing flame tests in chemistry. It was the exact colour of a potassium flame.
Yes, the permission was channelled through a Parent. I was cynical enough at an early age not to believe otherwise.
In fairness to My Old Mum, I can't remember any meal that wasn't nice (or palatable at the very least) - she was a first-class cook, especially when it came to Pastry...
Oh dear my sisters ability to wriggle seems to have affected the lives of others rather badly. The holding of hands during grace was my parents way of stopping us from wriggling when we were small. I was not a wriggler but my sister...
At school, we had a very enthusiastic Music teacher who came into the dining hall with his tuning fork and conducted a version( not sure whose) of Non nobis Domine, as a canon in 3 parts. I believe the top part went up to top G, and covered two octaves. It was far too long and food got cold.
Ack I missed the "hold hands" bit. Ick! Ick! Ick!
"We thanks you for the food we are about to eat and also for our silly game of hitting a ball with a piece of wood"
Coming from a Quaker tradition, as I do, if I do anything it's a moment's silence with bowed head.
I have noticed that with this and many other things regarding religion I have a perhaps misplaced envy of people who were raised in a household where the family prayed together, went to church together, talked about their faith and prayers to each other, celebrated religious holidays together, sang religious songs together, etc. Most people I know who grew up in an environment like this either feel scarred or jaded by it and think that I am ridiculous for wanting to do traditional religious things or are very socially conservative and therefore hard for me to open up to.
In my primary school, the lunchtime prayer was "For this food and those who prepared it, we thank thee Lord, Amen." which was nice and simple for kids of all ages to remember.
Good Lord pray bless us
And keep us all alive
For there are ten of us for dinner
And food for only five.
That's very true. It's no joke - mind I'm not sure the alternative is either (but it is ironic)
God bless the squire and his relations
And keep us in our proper stations
It was born out of hardship. Until very recently, the scandal of tied cottages went very much under the radar with no protection against eviction - certainly much less than the wider rental sector. Mt Great Grandfather was forced to leave a Farm for not bringing his son to work there on leaving school.
That grace is a 19th century one. For all the labour movement's veneration of the Tolpuddle Martyrs, there's very little (if any) reference to the fact that they were Farm Labourers.
A great man who should be more lauded than he is for standing up for his beliefs.
My ancesters (back at least 9 generations) were Farm Labourers in one village in South Cambridgeshire. As I once was, too. Arguably I am only around because of my Great Grandfather's convictions meaning a move from Littlebury near Saffron Walden to South Cambridgeshire. His daughter met my grandfather at their confirmations, I believe.
We were fortunate in having a history teacher who had an interest in local history. We studied both and along with family oral tradition it began to make sense to me. I pass the stories and records down to my children and now to my grandchildren who drlight in using some dialect words like "clawth" and "mizzle." Hoddidod will have to wait unless you happen to read my blog.