Saying Grace In A Restaurant
>
> 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 m y 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
>
> I love this story!
> Sometimes, we all need some ice cream.
> I hope God sends you some
> Ice Cream today!
>
> 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 m y 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
>
> I love this story!
> Sometimes, we all need some ice cream.
> I hope God sends you some
> Ice Cream today!