Ice Cream

Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My six-year-old grand-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 Grandpa 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 grand-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 grand-son and said “I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.”

“Really?” my grand-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 grand-children ice cream at the end of the meal.

My grand-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 walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her “Here, this is for you, you grouchy old biddy!”

Touches the heart doesn’t it……….

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Credit: Thanks Bob
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