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GRANDPA RAYED 
Ann G. Hansen 
My grandfather was a rugged, western pioneer who punctuated his sentences freely with swear words. He went to church if the spirit moved him, and if it didn't, he stayed home with no qualms of conscience. Underneath this rough exterior, he was a very prayerful man. Several times in my life, when I have been ill, I've felt sustained because I knew Grandpa would be praying for me. 
Thanking the Lord for his food and asking Him to bless it was an obsession with Grandpa. One day I thought I'd wise-crack and I said, "Grandpa, suppose you warm over for supper what you've already blessed for dinner. What do you do then ?" 

Grandpa thundered back, "Never be too damned lazy to thank the Lord for your food. If you had been as hungry in your life as I've been in mine, you'd never forget the giver of your food. " 
It was then I understood.