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." 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."
-- Author Unknown
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