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A friend sent this to me,
thought it was good enough to share
To set the stage the guy is a minister with 7 children.
if it really happened it is fantastic but if he is just sharing an email it is still good enough to share.
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."
thought it was good enough to share
To set the stage the guy is a minister with 7 children.
if it really happened it is fantastic but if he is just sharing an email it is still good enough to share.
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."
