The Ice Cream Prayer
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!"
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." 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