last week, my friend took her children to a restaurant. her six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. as they bowed their heads, he said, “GOD is good. GOD is great. Thank you for the food, & I would 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, she 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, her son burst into tears & asked her, “Did I do it wrong? Is GOD mad at me?” as she held him & assured him that he had done a terrific job & GOD was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
he winked at her son & said, “I happen to know that GOD thought that was a great prayer.” “Really?” her 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, my friend bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. her son stared at his for a moment & then did something she will remember the rest of her life. he picked up his sundae &, without 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.” ??