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 grand-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 grand-son and said, “I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.”
“Really?” my grand-son asked. “Cross my heart,” the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indica
What happened next changed everything…
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