Children Saying Grace

 

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 this 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 other costumers 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 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 to 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 some-

times." 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

for 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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