Your firstborn, Wicked C? Very funny.
I haven't been to a meeting or public event that started with a prayer for some time, but at my last high school class reunion (in southern West Virginia), we asked one classmate to say grace before dinner. She'd been involved in planning for earlier reunions, but not this one, and we thought it would be nice to give her a role that she'd enjoy.
I winced when she offered her thanks for the good weather, everyone's health, etc., "in Jesus' name," but then, she's a big ol' thumper, everybody knows she's a big ol' thumper, we've all known each other for **mumble** years, and everybody just sorta flowed with it. But I guess that's different from an event without that kind of familiarity.
I pray over one meal per year. I'm not so much of a cook, but I always have my friends Cheri and Vicki over for Xmas dinner, which always begins with my intoning, "Dear Jobu, please don't let me poison my friends" and their enthusiastic "amen."
And the last church service I attended was a funeral mass, through which I sat quietly.