Years ago, my youngest son had several friends over. They were out playing games when my son called them in for dinner. They said they’d come later. My son said “you don’t understanding…we all eat together”, so they came. We sat, prayed, and had good conversations. Afterwards, my son’s friends said they liked that and that their families only did that at Thanksgiving. It made me sad for them. No wonder today’s kids don’t know how to have a conversation.
