I guess I should clarify this... I got this as an e-mail, this isn't my story.
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 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."
The End.
Ice Cream
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