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
Grandpa 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 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 ice cream 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. Shove it up
your ass you grouchy old bitch!"
Touches the heart doesn't it?
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
Grandpa 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 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 ice cream 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. Shove it up
your ass you grouchy old bitch!"
Touches the heart doesn't it?
