A couple of years ago I was with friends in a restaurant in Toronto. At the table next to ours a rather “affluent-looking” group of young men and women were gathered for dinner. As their meal arrived they all made the sign of the cross and proceeded to share a most beautiful and moving grace before meals. It wasn’t a rote grace but one in which they gave thanks for the gifs of the Earth, the work of human hands, and remembered in their prayer, those in the city who were poor, hungry and lonely that night