When I was living with Ma Patra, each person present at the table said a scripture before we ate.  I was too little to understand exactly what we were doing.  All I knew was that before I could eat, I needed to say “Jesus wept.”  Now that I’m older, I know that it’s the shortest scripture in the Bible.  I was the youngest kid at the table, so the length of the verse fit me at the time. I don’t recall a time in life when my family hasn’t prayed over the food.  It’s what we do.  It’s who we are.  And as much as we like to eat, that…