Long before I DAd myself in 2003, I used to feel really bad offering up 'grace' prior to eating a meal with family and/or friends. It felt totally weird. I never quite understood the concept. Whenever my 4 sons were old enough, I'd ask one of them to do it. I guess that this was when I stopped believing that there was a god and praying to such an entity.
In our household, then and now, I usually do the cooking - my wife reckons that I'm better at it then she is. I'd work hard to earn the money, plan the menu, shop for the ingredients, buy an appropriate wine, cook the meal, set the table, light the candles and ask everyone present to sit down and then go through the 'prayer' bit to thank god for what we were about to eat/drink before tucking in. I absolutely hated this 'grace' as I reasoned that why would a god want me to thank this god for the food that we were about to enjoy? What of the countless millions that had nothing to eat? What of those barely surviving on an inadequate meagre diet? If they were praying to a god for even subsistance basic food items, why were their prayers not being answered? Why were they starving to death through no fault of their own?
Have you also felt this way?