As I was sitting at Golden Corral this afternoon, getting ready to eat, a thought occurred to me. Maybe I just thought of it. Perhaps the thought was supernaturally planted in my mind. I don’t know. The thought was an experiment for atheist. I say atheist because, well, it just might work. I don’t know.

I say for the brave atheist because it just might work. The atheist just might come to the realization that God really does exist. Then, he will be forced into a decision he, or she would really prefer to ignore. It will take something of a little courage to take on my experiment.

However, if the atheist is right in his belief, then he has lost nothing. If he is firm in his belief and he is right, he can go on living as he has. On the other hand, if something happens that makes him doubt his religion in that there is no God; If, suddenly, he realizes that he has been wrong; then he must change his beliefs. He can still deny God, but he will have to accept that God really does exist. He will never again be an atheist.

The experiment is simple and takes just a few minutes a day. For one month, whenever you sit down to a meal, let’s say three times a day, you say this little prayer before eating, “Thank you, God for this food that you have provided. Please bless it to the nourishment of my body. Forgive me of my sins. In Jesus name; amen.”

I know it is ritualistic and God would rather the prayer be from your heart. However, it is something of a start. If you feel led to add to it, that’s fine with me. Just, please be respectful in any case.

Your comments are welcomed and encouraged. Perhaps some of my readers would like to see them too. As long as the comments are respectful and without profanity, I will allow them.

Oh. Just one more thing. Maybe you atheists are not the only ones who need to try this experiment. Maybe a few Christians need to try it, too. God does like it when we honestly express our appreciation for that which he has done for us. To be sure, I am guilty. For years, I took Him and what He did for me for granted. I’m doing a little better these days. Still, an hour or two after I had a nice big meal, I occasionally realize I did not voice my appreciation. I guess He knows I’m human. Still, if it’s important, I’ll remember it… and it is important to me.