Friday, June 17, 2011

Saying Grace In A Restaurant

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 asked 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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