As I was cutting up our BBQ chook in preperation for our meals I thought about some Indigenous Societies that just after a kill give thanks to the spirit of the animal for providing its life so he and his family can live.
I thought that seems to make a helluva lot more sense than giving thanks to an unseen God who is apparently indifferent to mankinds sufferings and is deaf to all the prayers that are offered up to him.
Maybe we dont hunt for our food nowadays in the civilized world , but I think its food for thought.