Just something that I was noticing today...
As my extended family was arriving for a get-together (and, mind you, most of them are about as far from "raw" as one can get) and gathering around to say the blessing, I couldn't help but cringe when I heard the phrase "bless the hands that prepared this food and allow it to nourish our bodies". Meanwhile, everyone was gathered around two tables overflowing with pork, chips, cookies, 2 kinds of pre-packaged and processed pies, white-flour butter rolls, and, oh yeah, a crudite platter (even though it had been confined to the corner of the adjacent living room and matched with a processed velveeta dip to make it "palattable". Do people get it? How can I be told that my food is weird when they eat...well... THIS?! From a strictly religious aspect, I don't believe that God had in mind for humankind to do what we do to food, or in other words, what we do to make food into garbage. How can you bless the hands that made your food when a significant portion of the "nourishment" your ingesting is made on unsourceable machines in a emmisions-spewing factory?
...just a thought.
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WOW! Thanks so much for the insight... I definitely agree with what your saying and that totally opened up another facet of this topic. I have some thinking to do!