What Chowder Of Nourishment

We’re off on vacation soon, and part of the time we’ll be in Maine. I don’t know if I’ll make it to church on Pentecost: I’m hoping we’ll be somewhere that I can slip off for a little church lady fix and David finds someplace to hang out for an hour or so.

I started to laugh as I linked to this page, but the more I read this prayer over, the more I’m won over by its whimsy.

Although I’ll pass on the pine needles and new-mown hay in my chowder, thanks, the other things sound quite all right.

A Prayer for Maine
Thank you, God, for the state of Maine,
reaching ever for the first light of day.
As Thy people wake to eastern rays,
what chowder of nourishment dost Thou prepare for body and soul:
concocted so delectably of pine needles and potatoes, of herring and clams and lobsters in their rocky lairs, of blueberries and new-mown hay and a thousand lakes and little boats brave upon the deep.

Of such blessings did our fathers and mothers distill their rugged liberty: Grant us grace to win the same, along the country roads and on the fringed and tasseled coast of our wooded land; through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen.

Prayer Can Move Mountains And Get You De-Boarded

7online.com: Praying passenger is removed from plane 4/17/08

I don’t want to be too dismissive and need to know more specifics, but on the face of it this smacks of the kind of prayer that’s less private piety and more public propriety. I don’t know if it could have been started earlier or not to be considered right and proper, but it sure sounds like an attention-getting device.