LatinosUSA

An evening, long ago, in a faraway island, a missionary bowed his head and said grace:

“May everything I do serve Thee, our Father, and may the meal I offer today honor Thy name.  Bless those who are hungry, and may their need inspire us to generously share our bounty with them. In Your name, Amen.”

The last words the missionary heard before passing out from the heat inside the boiling cauldron were in a language he did not understand:

“Let us thank thee, Sky Lord, for the meal you provided us and which we are about to consume, Amen.”

previously published in Flash Phantoms