The Grandfather's Table Grace

In 1987, Harold Müller sat at his kitchen table in Leipzig, East Germany, and gave thanks over a meal of bread and thin cabbage soup. His wife had died two years earlier. The Stasi had confiscated his pastoral library. His son had not spoken to him in a decade. Yet every evening, Harold bowed his head and repeated the same words from 1 Chronicles 16:34: "Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever."…