Last week,I took my children to a restaurant.My 6-yr-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,& I'd even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert.& Liberty & 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 & asked me,"Did I do it wrong?Is God mad at me?"As I held him & assured him that he'd done a terrific job,& God was certainly not mad at him,an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son & said,"I happen to know that God thought that's 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,& then did something I'll remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae &,w/o a word,walked over & 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;& my soul is good already."
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