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," he said.
Then in a theatrical whisper he added
(indicating to the woman
whose remark had started this whole thing),
"Too bad she never asks God for ice cream.
A little ice cream is sometimes good for the soul."
Naturally,
I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal.
When the ice cream arrived,
my son stared at his for a moment
and then did something I will remember
for 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 sometimes good for the soul
and my soul is good already. . ."
~ Author Unknown
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