We say it. But, do we mean it? Do we even understand what it means?
We can have it. But, do we get it? Do we even give it in return?
Grace isn't just something we say at a meal. It isn't given out of plenty. It is given out of necessity, out of longing, out of deep, agonizing want. It is given out of suffering that sweats blood.
It is a gift, this suffering unto grace. It is for our benefit. When we suffer, we feel a finger-prick of what pierced His side for us. All we give to our brothers and sisters is a dab compared to what He spilled out for us.
Yet, we complain.
We forget to bow our heads before consuming the bounty. We forget about the bounty sin put upon His head.