brewsells
07-05-2006, 12:11 PM
Food for Thought, sweet little boy.
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 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."
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 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."