This
is for all the grandfathers out there.
Last
week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My six-year-old grandson 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 Papa 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 grandson 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 grandson and said, "I happen to know that God
thought that was a great prayer." "Really?" my grandson 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 grandchildren ice cream at the end of the meal. My grandson 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, you old windbag. You need
it more than I do!”
Touches
the heart, doesn't it?
(from a social media site)
(from a social media site)
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