"Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My
six-year-old son asked if he could say grace As we bowed
our heads he said, "God is good,God is great. Thank you
for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets
us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all!
Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I
heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this
country. Kids today don't even know how to pray Asking God
for ice-cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I
do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific
job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly
gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God
thought that was a great prayer. "Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied. Then in a theatrical
whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had
started this whole thing), " Too bad she never asks God
for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul
sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the
meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did
something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked
up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed
it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here,
this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul
sometimes; and my soul is good already."
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