Here is a gift to y'all, Janet > 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 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," 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 kid's 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." > The End > I loved this story! Please keep it moving... >
I like this story. Chuck
> 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 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," 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 kid's 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."
> The End
I
Subject: Ice cream
> 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 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," 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 kid's 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."
> The End
> I loved this story! Please keep it moving...
>
>
>
>
Hi! Hope you are feeling better soon! See you tomorrow!
-----Original Message----- From: Julie Holdefer [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] Sent: Monday, March 05, 2001 3:23 PM To: JoAnne Holdefer (E-mail); Chuck Eckert (E-mail) Subject: FW: Ice cream -----Original Message----- From: Marvin and Clarice [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] Sent: Friday, March 02, 2001 9:38 PM To: Undisclosed-Recipient:@pop.radiks.net;; Subject: Ice cream Subject: Ice cream > 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 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," 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 kid's 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." > The End > I loved this story! Please keep it moving... > > > >
