One family custom that we started so many years ago that it is foggy in my brain is holding hands when we pray at meals. We probably did it to help corral little hands and bodies that were learning to pay attention. Maybe there was hope of encouraging family unity also. It was probably slightly awkward for some of our dinner guests, especially the non-Christians. Oh well, Gerry would just mention we hold hands when we pray and off we would go.
I do remember a little more clearly when we started doing that when we ate out. It seemed like since we are free to pray in public we ought to thank God when we can. But I remember wondering what other people around would think. Soon I learned a valuable tip. If you don't look around to see other reactions, you don't know what they are. It works for me!
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