Sometimes in our lives there are moments that are pure magic. For me, this was one of them.
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 be 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.” Then in 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.”
Of all my children he is by far my most… trying. The quickest to anger, the first one to break something, and the last one to do as he’s told.
None of it matters though, ‘cause, like he said, his soul is good already!Leave a reply →