When there are 3 children in a family, as there were in mine when I was growing up, a wishbone is an unjust thing. How do you decide which child does not get to pull?
But it only occurred to me today that wishbones are inherently unjust. We were clamoring for a chance at a wish – not for the wish itself, which only one of us would be granted. Like many superstitions, the wishbone superstition is cruel in that it is untrue in more than one way. It is not only untrue that I will get my wish if I get the longer bone – the greater untruth is that me getting my wish depends upon you not getting yours.
This is the very opposite of grace – the work of the one “who by the power at work within us is able to accomplish abundantly far more than all we can ask or imagine” – not only for me and you, but for all creation.